Le Mont Olympe en avril, sur les traces d’Alexandre et de Philippe
Avril est parfois hasardeux quand on décide un trekking en Europe, surtout en montagne. Pourtant le Mont Olympe, avec ses 2917 mètres d’altitude, à quatre heures de Bâle-Mulhouse, montagne modeste, mais combien mythique, obsèdent de nombreux randonneurs…
Surtout s’ils savent que pas moins de douze dieux habitent ces trois sommets: le STEPHAN I (siège de Zeus) le SKOLIO (2911 m) deuxième sommet du massif, et ce fameux MYTIKAS, qui culmine, divin, à 2917 m…
Seulement voilà, la plupart des guides de voyages décrivent la difficulté des 300 derniers mètres, qui surplombent un à-pic de 450 mètres… »Un guide est vivement recommandé »…’Passage en cordée obligatoire »….
En fait cette montagne est à ce point difficile qu’elle ne fût conquise pour la première fois qu’en I913...
Ulysse avait cependant un compte à régler avec l’hiver européen, il espérait que l’anticyclone des Acores qui balaierait l’Europe en semaine 14 accélèrerait la fonte des neiges que l’on voit sur les photos des guides et que l’ouverture des gîtes en début de saison(avril-mai) en serait accélérée…
Hélas, à l’arrivée à Thessalonique, le survol des Alpes et des sommets de Macédoine et d’Albanie, avait procuré à Ulysse et à Zou z, son guide préféré(cf. »le raisin est plus vert à Mascate »sultanat d’Oman) quelques sombres pressentiments…
Pourtant l’office de tourisme de l’aéroport international de Thessalonique ne les détrompa pas: « il n’y avait plus de neige à cette époque au sommet de l’Olympe… » Première rencontre avec le dieu Hermès(le dieu du commerce et des voleurs) les grecs certes avaient intérêt à vendre leur tourisme, vu l’état de leur balance des paiements….
tomas
"il ne faut pas avoir peur du bonheur...c'est seulement un bon moment à passer..."
😉t'es pénible toi, j'ai à peine eu le temps de lire la première page de Cap verdé, que déjà tu passes à la grêce.
Arrête de voyager STP, là je suis las, fatigué du décalage horaire, mes idées ne suivent plus, pitié, repose-toi un peu !!!!!!
tu as la bougeotte ou quoi?
Mais tu as la chance, toi, de ne pas avoir un troll qui vienne polluer ta discu, comme moi sur retour de Thaï Muang...................
Insecticide a dû savoir que les moustiques m'avaient durement attaqués, mais sa manière de venir à la rescousse était légèrement louche.
Bref, Watson va poursuivre son enquête.
A bientôt Apollon, on se retrouve à Delphes
Pourtant l’office de tourisme de l’aéroport international de Thessalonique ne les détrompa pas: « il n’y avait plus de neige à cette époque au sommet de l’Olympe… » Première rencontre avec le dieu Hermès(le dieu du commerce et des voleurs) les grecs certes avaient intérêt à vendre leur tourisme, vu l’état de leur balance des paiements….
Bonjour Tomas,
La neige visible au sommet ... ça sent le roussi pour l'ascension !
La suite de l'histoitre nous le dira ...
Mais tu sais bien qu'Hermès est aussi un dieu farceur ...😎 et c'était un bon poisson en ce 1er avril, jour de ton arrivée, de la part de l'office de tourisme de te dire qu'il n'y avait plus de neige...
Facétieux ces Grecs...😉
" Nous ne saurons jamais tout le bien qu'un simple sourire peut être capable de faire."
Mère Teresa
Je n'avais pas vu !
J'aime bien la vigne qui ombrage la terrasse de l'hôtel en photo 5, avec son pied qui court à l'extérieur, du rez de chaussée au 3è étage ...😉
" Nous ne saurons jamais tout le bien qu'un simple sourire peut être capable de faire."
Mère Teresa
Je n'avais pas vu !
J'aime bien la vigne qui ombrage la terrasse de l'hôtel en photo 5, avec son pied qui court à l'extérieur, du rez de chaussée au 3è étage ...😉
kalimera, Lacalo,
çà permettait à Zouz de rentrer au petit matin...😉 sans déranger le molosse qui faisait fonction de gardien de nuit...Vassilis, le biker, patron de l'hôtel, gérait son hôtel un tiers de son temps, comme tout bon grec qui se respecte...
Le Mont Olympe n’est qu’à 4 heures(réelles) de l’aéroport de Bâle-Mulhouse(2)
Décollés à 10 heures de Bâle-Mulhouse, atterris à 12 heures 10(13 heures 10 heure locale), dans une purée de pois complète et par 14° au sol, nos deux compères prirent le bus 78 qui les amena à la somptueuse gare de bus de Thessalonique…
Le bus est désormais le moyen de transport privilégié du petit peuple grec, assombri par les restrictions budgétaires de son gouvernement…
Les restes grandioses des équipements immobiliers liés aux jeux olympiques (2004) sont toujours là, mais l’on observe très vite, dans les bus ou dans les rues de Thessalonique, que le cœur n’y est pas ou que la saison touristique n’est pas encore commencée…
Pourtant le long week-end du premier avril a commencé et tout semble fermé: les grecs travaillent bizarrement: le mardi, jeudi et samedi en pleine amplitude, les autres jours de la semaine, l’activité s’arrête à quatorze heures, et pas seulement dans les banques et les administrations…cause journée continue (sic…)
Il faut donc être très vigilant quand vous décidez de vous immerger en Grèce profonde…
Les mauvaises habitudes d’absence de facturettes subsistent: le grec est avant tout un commerçant qui se débrouille…
Le proverbe est très actuel: il oublie vite que son gouvernement est endetté jusqu’au cou: le « black est roi », c’est aussi le pactole des routards si vous acceptez de rentrer dans ce jeu dangereux:les hôtels sont vite à moitié prix (affichés)…
Vous ne pourrez plus protester contre les aboiements du molosse qui a remplacé le gardien de nuit ou regretter l’absence d’eau chaude…
Mais, la plupart du temps, il faut le constater, les grecs sont de bonne foi: ils testent leurs services qui ne débuteront vraisemblablement que la seconde quinzaine d’avril…Restaurateurs, hôteliers, patissiers, magasins de sports sont prêts et attendent le touriste au pied de l’Olympe…
tomas
"il ne faut pas avoir peur du bonheur...c'est seulement un bon moment à passer..."
Les mauvaises habitudes d’absence de facturettes subsistent: le grec est avant tout un commerçant qui se débrouille…
Le proverbe est très actuel: il oublie vite que son gouvernement est endetté jusqu’au cou: le « black est roi », c’est aussi le pactole des routards si vous acceptez de rentrer dans ce jeu dangereux:les hôtels sont vite à moitié prix (affichés)…
Salam Tomas,
Ça fait bien 10 ans que je ne suis pas retournée en Grèce, mais je vois que rien n'a changé ...
Et cette habitude du tout au black me fait penser à bien d'autres pays...😉
Je me souviens avoir vu négocier Magna, l'hôtelière de Koroni, chez qui j'étais la dernière fois, une cargaison de pastèques d'un pick up.
Très longue discussion étoffée de grands gestes pour finir par se mettre d'accord sur un prix final.
Déchargement de la pyramide de fruits, paiement en espèces, et voilà le camion reparti ...sans laisser aucune facture ...
Devant mon étonnement, Magna m'avait expliqué qu'ici tout se négociait en espèces...
" Nous ne saurons jamais tout le bien qu'un simple sourire peut être capable de faire."
Mère Teresa
la voilà, elle arrive, mais la météo n'est pas de leur côté...
* Où l’Olympe joue les Précieuses (3)
C’est la ligne de bus N°4 des bus inter-régionaux qui vous conduit à 80 kilomètres de Thessalonique au pied du massif mythique.
Litohoro , dernière station avant l’Olympe, est à 24 kilomètres de Katerini…On a un peu l’impression, toutes proportions gardées, d’être à Tignes ou à Val d’Isère, après la grande plaine de Thessalonique et ses bourgades agricoles…
C’est de Litohoro que partent la plupart des itinéraires de randonnées pour le Mitikas, et particulièrement celui du sentier d’Orphée…
On ne voit toujours pas l’Olympe à J + 2 , les prévisions météo parlent de chutes de neige pour le lendemain et de température de -10° au sommet…
Ulysse et Zouz devront attendre encore un peu ce fameux anti-cyclone pour décider de leur expédition…
Rien de tel qu’un bon ouzzo et son mezze-mezze pour fêter l’arrivée et découvrir la gastronomie grecque: effectivement, si les grecs sont roublards dans la gestion de leurs comptes publics, ils ne le sont pas dans la qualité de leurs râpées à l’aneth et les plats d’anchois aux olives rivalisent avec les pixos de Bilbao…sacrée cuisine méditerranéenne…
Les prix sont encore sympathiques, mais les restos et les hôtels cachent toujours leurs cartes visas…il faudra faire attention au cash, comme dans les îles du Cap-Vert, c’est une espèce qui va s’évaporer très vite, malgré les petits prix…
Il va falloir épargner pour les Musées, très chers, et les transports en commun dont les prix commencent à grimper avec celui de l’essence…jamais une essence européenne n’aura été si chère…le diesel frise les 1,5 euros…
Pauvres grecs dont les fonctionnaires ont perdu le treizième et le quatorzième mois et qui ont vu leurs émoluments rabotés de 20%…
Deuxième dieu de l’Olympe: Athéna, fille de Zeus et de Métis(la ruse) déesse de la Pensée, des Arts et de l’Industrie…Son portefeuille contient à la fois la sagesse et la ruse
tomas
"il ne faut pas avoir peur du bonheur...c'est seulement un bon moment à passer..."
😉Bonjour Ulysse
Voilà un intéressant carnet, avec de très belles photos.
Qu'as-tu fait de Pénélope? elle continue à détricoter la nuit, ce qu'elle a fait le jour?
Où n'as-tu su résister aux chants des sirènes?
Quelque vestale en robe blanche, à Delphes lisant l'oracle, et te prédisant ton avenir?
Ou alors la pythie qui shutée aux feuilles de laurier psalmodie une longue mélopée incompréhensible?
Raconte tes frasques, as-tu bu l'ouzo délicieux breuvage apéritif?
😉Bonjour Ulysse
Voilà un intéressant carnet, avec de très belles photos.
Q as-tu bu l'ouzo délicieux breuvage apéritif?
kalimera, mon bon Georges,
on voit que la mythologie grecque n'a pas d'obscurité pour un grand voyageur comme toi...tu sais que je me suis aperçu, mais après coup, que j'avais marché sur le sentier d'Orphée, le même où celui-ci a été déchiré par "les Ménades..."
heureusement, il y a ce fameux moment: "l'ouzo-mezzé-mezzé" qui répare de toutes les fatigues et de tous les soucis(cf."arnaque à Pukhet"...😉)
tu vas voir qu'Ulysse et Zouz, son fils, ont eu du mal, au début de leur périple, à déchiffrer les étiquettes....
(L)à l’envers= C / Delta triangle = D / H = J / 0 barré = TH / Triangle ouvert = L / $ = S / M = P
S’immerger en Grèce profonde implique de maîtriser les majuscules des caractères grecs…(4)
La découverte de l’immense ville de Thessalonique(plus de I million d’habitants) et sa traversée pour gagner la gare routière ne posent pas de problème quant à la lecture des enseignes des grandes surfaces…
Certes Carrefour, Leroy-Merlin, Ikea s’écrivent en lettres majuscules grecques, mais leurs logos sont suffisamment connus pour que le touriste européen ne se trouve pas dépaysé…
Dans les grands centres urbains, les enseignes sont doublées de caractères latins en anglais ou en français, plus rares…
Mais dès que vous avez passé les faubourgs et pénétré dans la campagne profonde, il est important de savoir déchiffrer au moins les majuscules grecques, les célèbres L renversés, delta majuscules (D) , le H qui équivaut au J majuscule, le 0 barré qui équivaut au TH, le triangle sans base qui se lit L, le fameux sigma (S)qui s’écrit presque comme un dollar ($) et le M qui se lit P….
Vous pourrez alors lire LITOHORO et peut-être ^APMAKEI^¨(pharmacie)…
Ca se complique dans les gargotes où bien souvent les cartes, si cartes il y a, sont en grec moderne…
Il faut alors chercher dans son lexique ou dans son guide l’équivalent de « ratatouille » ou « d’aubergine farcie »…le souvlaki et le gyros (chiche-kebab grec) sont les premiers mots grecs que vous apprenez à déchiffrer …
Mais il faut le reconnaître, partir seul en Grèce nécessite une certaine préparation linguistique…
Le parler manuel est aussi une excellente façon de se faire comprendre…
L’office de tourisme de l’aéroport international de Thessalonique met à la disposition du touriste francophone un certain nombre de dépliants fort bien documentés et des cartes régionales qui permettent très vite de surmonter le « passage de la ligne »…
Retour à Hermès, dieu de l’Olympe, dont une des attributions est celle de « dieu des voyageurs »…
tomas
"il ne faut pas avoir peur du bonheur...c'est seulement un bon moment à passer..."
😉tout est également écrit en carctères Thaïs, d'où je viens.
Si tu montres ton adresse à une moto taxi, écrit en Français, comprends rien.
Le seul signalement que j'ai trpouvé écrit en Français est celui-ci😉😏😄
heureusement, il y a ce fameux moment: "l'ouzo-mezzé-mezzé" qui répare de toutes les fatigues et de tous les soucis
On peut voir sur la 3è photo une boisson jaune ...
C'est une évidence : Ulysse et Zouz n'ont pas su déchiffrer l'avertissement sur l'étiquette qui devait dire : "boire avec modération" ... les effets immédiats sont visibles par le tremblé artistique du cliché ...😉
" Nous ne saurons jamais tout le bien qu'un simple sourire peut être capable de faire."
Mère Teresa
cette boisson jaune n'est qu'une inoffensive bouteille de Retsina
bien moins alcoolisé qu'une bouteille de Raki , de tsipouro ( version Crétoise du Raki ) ou d'Ouzo plus familiérement appeller chez nous le zouzou
ERREUR THOMA.... mauvaises memoire ou confusion... je comprend tres bien... c'etait du chinois pour moi aussi au debut....
Ton L a l'envers est en fait un G prononce gue ou je en fonction de la voyelle... comme en francais
Par contre le C est le S en majuscule est comme le symbole "somme" en math ou un M sur le cote si tu n'est pas matheux
Le Delta est en fait un triangle comme l'aile delta et se prononce comme un Dz ensemble
le H est en fait un ita donc le son i mais pas j
Le O barre le thita, se prononse a peu pret comme le th anglais.
Le V a l'envers est en fait un lamda donc le L.
La lettre M est un M.
Pour le P, c'est le Symbole PI (3,14) qui represente le P ou encore comme un n aux coins carres.
sur ce serveur je ne peus utiliser les caracteres grecs sur facebook je peus... on ne sait jamais...
Ton L a l'envers est en fait un G prononce gue ou je en fonction de la voyelle... comme en français
Par contre le C est le S en majuscule est comme le symbole "somme" en math ou un M sur le cote si tu n'est pas matheux
Le Delta est en fait un triangle comme l'aile delta et se prononce comme un Dz ensemble
le H est en fait un ita donc le son i mais pas j
Le O barre le thita, se prononse a peu pret comme le th anglais.
Le V a l'envers est en fait un lamda donc le L.
La lettre M est un M.
Pour le P, c'est le Symbole PI (3,14) qui représente le P ou encore comme un n aux coins carres.
sur ce serveur je ne peux utiliser les caractères grecs sur facebook je peux... on ne sait jamais..
eukaristo, Patrice,
pour cette belle leçon d'initiation à la lecture des majuscules du pays des dieux...mais tu comprendras qu'il n'était pas facile, et tu le reconnais, d'utiliser des caractères grecs sur le logiciel de VF qui utilise les caractères latins...
d'où un certain nombre d'erreurs de "reproduction"...
j'avais mis deux photos susceptibles de guider nos premiers lecteurs, je les reproduis à leur intention...("PHARMACIE" et "OLYMPE")
tomas
"il ne faut pas avoir peur du bonheur...c'est seulement un bon moment à passer..."
Ton L a l'envers est en fait un G prononce gue ou je en fonction de la voyelle... comme en français
Par contre le C est le S en majuscule est comme le symbole "somme" en math ou un M sur le cote si tu n'est pas matheux
Le Delta est en fait un triangle comme l'aile delta et se prononce comme un Dz ensemble
le H est en fait un ita donc le son i mais pas j
Le O barre le thita, se prononse a peu pret comme le th anglais.
Le V a l'envers est en fait un lamda donc le L.
La lettre M est un M.
Pour le P, c'est le Symbole PI (3,14) qui représente le P ou encore comme un n aux coins carres.
sur ce serveur je ne peux utiliser les caractères grecs sur facebook je peux... on ne sait jamais..
Salam Tomas,
Bien finalement les hiéroglyphes, c'est bien plus simple !!! 😉
Attends, demain matin, Georges te traduira PHARMACIE et OLYMPE en égyptien ancien ...
" Nous ne saurons jamais tout le bien qu'un simple sourire peut être capable de faire."
Mère Teresa
je ne sais pas si ta copine aura le temps de s'occuper de traduction gréco-égyptienne ancienne...😇😇😇
elle est très occupée par des traductions thaï-anglais en ce moment...😛
tout çà ne nous donne pas de renseignements pour gravir le Mont Olympe...sais-tu qu'il y a plusieurs itinéraires et certains, pas des plus faciles? 🏴☠️
Où l’on comprend pourquoi les Anciens avaient choisi le Mont Olympe comme demeure des dieux(5)
Ulysse avait acheté une carte d’État-major du Massif de l’Olympe( 4006’/28’’N) (2229’20’’ E)…
Le trône de Zeus (le sommet du Mont Stefani) qui ressemble effectivement à un fauteuil, le narguait juste au dessus du domaines des Muses(sic) une espèce de grand vallon à haute altitude situé juste sous « le fauteuil »…
Il avait rendez-vous avec deux d’entre elles, Psyché et Calypso, qui lui donnaient bien du fil à retordre(en québécois et non en grec…)
Il n’était pas question de tenter une escalade des deux sommets recouverts de neige fraîche, ils n’avaient ni les équipements, ni les moyens adéquats…
Une tentation très « touristique » aurait été de prendre un taxi jusqu’à Priona(à 17 kms) puis de prendre le télésiège pour contempler le monstre, mais c’était le réduire à un simple « massif de type alpin », accessible grâce à une route taillée par les engins LIEBHERR avec les Fonds Européens…
Le Mont Olympe n’aurait plus été « l’Olympe », mais une grosse montagne de 2918 m, composée de deux sommets: l’Ilias, de 2788 m, et le fameux Stephani, le point culminant, de 2918 m.
Tandis que Zouz tentait la grimpette par le canyon de la rivière Enipais(cf.plus loin), Ulysse décida de partir à pieds de LITOHORO (400 m) pour gagner le refuge STRAVOS à 12 kms et à 1000 m d’altitude…sur la fameuse route Liebherr en direction de Priona…
Tout au long de la montée en lacets, il découvrait à nouveau la fameuse plaine de Thessalonique, longue de 80 kms, qui sépare Dion, le sanctuaire de Zeus, de Thessalonique, plaine qui fut témoin depuis 30 siècles, de tant de moments de l’Histoire:
c’est de cette plaine que partirent les armées Du grand Alexandre pour conquérir le Monde Méditerranéen, puis oriental…
C’est de cette plaine que son Père, Philippe II de Macédoine, au IVème siècle avant JC, partit pour conquérir les Cités Grecques…
Ulysse distinguait à 40 kms, VERGINA, le lieu de son fameux tombeau(cf. plus loin) découvert, inviolé, en I977...
,
tomas
"il ne faut pas avoir peur du bonheur...c'est seulement un bon moment à passer..."
Ainsi j'ai essayé d'écrire pharmacie et ça ne donne... rien ou alors ça: ΦΑΡΜΑΙΕ
Mais si l'on prend le temps de transformer le mot en "images" on pourrait sans doute reproduire un petit texte? Ou alors le mécanime d'écriture n'est pas le même et cela ne voudrait rien dire?
J'ai modifié mon message pendant que tu rédigeais le tien 😉
C'est en envoyant le message que mon mot s'est transformé en n'importe quoi!
Mais je vais y arriver 🤪
Ca y est? C'est parti? Déja reparti?
Pfff! j'ai 2 jours de retard de lecture 🤪
Je m'y attèle dés ce soir 😎
kalinicta, Katelolo,
je vais t'infliger un troisième soir de lecture, çà ne sera pas aussi dur que la descente de la rivière Enipais, mais tu pourras toujours faire une pause au Monastère Agios Dionysos...😉
Le terrible canyon de la rivière Enipais, du domaine des Muses à Litohoro(6)
Parti sans grosse réserve d’eau et par la route des crêtes, il ne faut pas penser trouver un point d’eau avant le refuge de STRAVOS…
Il était trop tôt pour s’y arrêter, Ulysse décida de poursuivre jusqu’au Monastère d’Agyos Dionysos, au pied du domaine des Muses, après le point Gorsia, départ du sentier des crêtes…
On était déjà à 17 kms de LITOHORO, il n’avait toujours pas renouvelé ses réserves d’eau, il n’avait plus que le choix de descendre dans le canyon de la rivière Enipais, qui recueille la fonte des neiges de l’Olympe et qu’il entendait gronder depuis le refuge de STRAVOS pour trouver de l’eau…
Deux kilomètres avant Priona, la station d’altitude, il prit l’embranchement indiquant le Monastère Agios Dionysos, pensant à la curieuse façon qu’avait eu la chrétienté primitive de s’approprier le culte des dieux grecs…
Drôle de syncrétisme de s’approprier le domaine des Muses et d’installer un monastère là même où avaient lieu des cultes priapiques et orgiaques…
Le monastère mérite cependant le détour, surtout les ruines des VI me et VII me siècles: à trois cents mètres en contrebas, sous une avancée rocheuse, on découvre la sainte grotte, un édifice simple et blanc qui procède plus du temple païen que de la grotte de Lourdes…
On commence à pénétrer dans le domaine des dieux et l’on comprend mieux alors une partie des récits évoquant des jeux d’eaux, de naïades, de nymphes des bois…
Le lieu est enchanteur…
Ulysse en profita pour faire le plein d’eau, il avait déjà fait 20 kms depuis LITOHORO, il lui en restait 10 à vol d’oiseau pour descendre le fameux canyon de la rivière Enipais: ce ne serait pas de tout repos…
tomas
"il ne faut pas avoir peur du bonheur...c'est seulement un bon moment à passer..."
Habituée aux villes plates, et visiblement je n'y connais grand chose en dénivelés, car j'ai du mal à suivre les itinéraires de Zouz et Ulysse qui doivent se retrouver au refuge Sravos :
Zouz grimpe par le canyon
Ulysse grimpe par la route Liebherr ... mais arrivé au monastère Dionysos, il parle de descendre le canyon ...😉
Oui toujours amusant les réappropriations des lieux ... un monastère qui s'appelle Dionysos ... faut le faire ...mais est-il encore fréquenté ?
" Nous ne saurons jamais tout le bien qu'un simple sourire peut être capable de faire."
Mère Teresa
😉Bien sûr, mais tu rêves Lacalo.
Je ne connais absolûment pas les caractères grecs, mais par contre l'histoire des Dieux de l'Olympe, oui.
J'ai lu à une époque la légende des Dieux, super.
Et tous les Dieux grecs ont été repris par les Romains.
Zeus est devenu Jupiter
Sa femme Héra, je crois Minerve.
Et pas mal d'autres, tous en somme, mais je ne me souviens pas de tous.
tous les Dieux grecs ont été repris par les Romains.
Bonjour Georges,
et Dionysos transformé en Bacchus !
Mais qu'allait donc faire Ulysse dans l'antre de Dionysos ?
Retrouver Psyché sur les lieux où elle fut reçue à l'Olympe, comme l'atteste ce tableau de Carravagio ?😉
" Nous ne saurons jamais tout le bien qu'un simple sourire peut être capable de faire."
Mère Teresa
Ulysse grimpe par la route Liebherr ... mais arrivé au monastère Dionysos, il parle de descendre le canyon ...😉
Oui toujours amusant les réappropriations des lieux ... un monastère qui s'appelle Dionysos ... faut le faire ...mais est-il encore fréquenté ?
Kalimera Lacalo,
je te surprend, toi l'exégète, en flagrant délit d'inobservation😉 en effet, tu aurais dû relever, lors d'un épisode précédent, la photo jointe de la barrière de dégel des pistes d'accès à L'OLYMPE, au point GOURNIA...
je te remet les barrières d'interdiction, qui se renouvelaient à 45 minutes à pied de PRIONA...😕
tomas
"il ne faut pas avoir peur du bonheur...c'est seulement un bon moment à passer..."
😉Bien sûr, mais tu rêves Lacalo.
Je ne connais absolûment pas les caractères grecs, mais par contre l'histoire des Dieux de l'Olympe, oui.
J'ai lu à une époque la légende des Dieux, super.
Et tous les Dieux grecs ont été repris par les Romains.
Zeus est devenu Jupiter
Sa femme Héra, je crois Minerve.
Et pas mal d'autres, tous en somme, mais je ne me souviens pas de tous.
bonjour, Georges,
et Aphrodite, alias "Cypris"😉, devenue Venus...(cf.le Que sais-je spécialisé...)
tomas
"il ne faut pas avoir peur du bonheur...c'est seulement un bon moment à passer..."
😉Pas du tout, il est allé retrouver Aphrodite.
Ulysse ne nous dit pas tout.
Mais j'ai mes sources.........................C'est Miss Marple qui me renseigne
je te surprend, toi l'exégète, en flagrant délit d'inobservation
😠😠😠
Cher Ulysse,
Certes il y a une barrière de dégel ...
Certes tu m'avais soumis l'image ...
Certes j'aurais dû comprendre que l'accession à la montagne des Dieux était impossible ...
Mais ... cela ne m'explique pas comment, pour arriver à un point de rencontre : le refuge, Zouk doit-il grimper dans un canyon, alors qu' Ulysse doit descendre dans ce même canyon ?😉
Tandis que Zouz tentait la grimpette par le canyon de la rivière Enipais ...
il lui en restait 10 à vol d’oiseau pour descendre le fameux canyon de la rivière Enipais ...
" Nous ne saurons jamais tout le bien qu'un simple sourire peut être capable de faire."
Mère Teresa
Mais ... cela ne m'explique pas comment, pour arriver à un point de rencontre : le refuge, Zouk doit-il grimper dans un canyon, alors qu' Ulysse doit descendre dans ce même canyon ?😉
kalimera, Kirie lacalo, ti Kanete?
je suis au regret de vous faire savoir que je vous prends pour la seconde fois en flagrant délit d'inattention...
la réponse à votre interrogation est dans le message 21/33 daté du I2 avril à 8 h 22, précisément dans les lignes 19 et 20...🙂
c'est bon, pour cette fois, vous pouvez circuler, mais que je ne vous y reprenne pas...
au troisième flagrant délit, je vous fais goûter aux geôles de VF, et vous risquez une modération pour défaut d'attention....
tomas
"il ne faut pas avoir peur du bonheur...c'est seulement un bon moment à passer..."
Many ups and downs make the path much more taxing than the altitude range suggets(8)
En français: où le paracétamol et l’efferalgan remplace le soir l’ambroisie et le raisiné(8)
Les 13 kilomètres du canyon de la rivière Enipais sont un vrai calvaire pour un randonneur qui sort de l’hiver européen ou pour une classe verte de collège en immersion…
Il n’y a que les randonneurs allemands, sur-équipés, qui osent s’attaquer à la montée de Priona par le canyon de la rivière Enipais…
Les plus malins se font déposés en voiture ou en car sur le parking du Monastère Agios Dionysos, mais ils ne savent pas que la difficulté est la même à la montée et à la descente(800 m de dénivellation en montagnes russes…)
Ulysse se surprit à dépasser une classe de collège grec, ados de 15 à 17 ans, à la limite de l’asphyxie et de la panne de fatigue…quant au prof-encadrant, il traînait lamentablement derrière ses élèves, le projet pédagogique l’ayant manifestement dépassé…
Ce n’est pas la première fois qu’Ulysse constatait des erreurs d’appréciation des guides voyages:
« on peut partir à pied de LITOHORO pour gagner, via les gorges de l’ENIPPEAS, magnifiques, le refuge Zolotas à 2.100 m d’altitude »(Guide du routard 2010-2011 - page 514)
Ou bien le rédacteur du guide est un sportif accompli et son appréciation de « magnifiques » lui suffit, ou bien il précise que leur accès n’est pas facile, ce qu’il aurait dû faire, s’il les avait pratiquées…
Mais « magnifiques », ces gorges le sont et l’on comprend les moines orthodoxes cultivant leurs champs à l’abri des pirates barbaresques(entre le VII et le XV ième siècles) ou les prêtres de Zeus et des onze autres dieux(cf.photos dans le message précédent) aidés de leurs vestales, dans la grotte sacrée, à l’abri des guerriers perses(Iran d’aujourd’hui)
Les Muses avaient tout loisir de cultiver leurs passions, sans crainte d’être dérangées par un promeneur égaré…
tomas
"il ne faut pas avoir peur du bonheur...c'est seulement un bon moment à passer..."
ou les prêtres de Zeus et des onze autres dieux(cf.photos dans le message précédent)
Bonsoir Tomas,
Pour ne pas me faire taxer à nouveau, injustement je précise, d'inattention, je vais tenter de légender tes photos livrées pêle mêle à notre perspicacité...
Il s'agirait donc des douze Dieux de l'Olympe ... mais quels sont ils ?
Bon, la première image est vraiment trop facile : ce sont bien sûr, tout le monde les a reconnues, les empreintes des célèbres pieds de ZEUS-ULYSSE, gardées pour immortaliser L'EXPLOIT : la victoire sur le canyon du mont Olympe ... en dépassant même des ados !
En 2... à part ses enviables attributs virils, on ne voit pas grand chose ... peut être certaines lectrices auront une idée ...
La 3è, nous dévoile discrètement son genou ... ce pourrait bien être APHRODITE l'enjoleuse déesse de l'amour
La 4è, nous montre son coffre généreux, elle porte un cornet de glace ( italienne je précise !}aussi je pense à HERA la déesse du mariage
Le 5è, s'appuie sur un tronc portant une grappe de raisin, là j'opte sans hésiter pour DIONYSOS
Le 6è pourrait bien être le pacte secret entre ARTEMIS, déesse vierge, et DEMETER, déesse de la fertilité
En 7, un beau barbu, porte son nom sur son socle : au secours Katelolo !!! traduis moi vite cela avec ton clavier en folie ...
En 8, bien sûr, c'est ARES qui, embêté, s'aperçoit qu'il a oublié son casque ...
En 9, je pense, je me demandez pas pourquoi ..à HERMES, dieu des farceurs ...
Le 10è, pourquoi pas HEPHAISTOS ? parait il très laid ....
Le 11, je verrais bien POSEIDON avec ce cercle de poissons autour du visage
Enfin en 12, devant ce dieu au corps ... prometteur ...je dirais APOLLON bien sûr ...
Ouf, heureusement qu'il n'y en a que 12 !!!😕
Les 13 kilomètres du canyon de la rivière Enipais
(800 m de dénivellation en montagnes russes…)
Non ! pas les geôles de VF !!! mais je peux quand même poser encore une toute tite question technique ?
Comment en s'écoulant, en principe de haut en bas, une rivière peut-elle faire des montagnes russes ? 🤪😮
Décidément, j'ai des problèmes avec les montées et descentes de ce canyon !😉
" Nous ne saurons jamais tout le bien qu'un simple sourire peut être capable de faire."
Mère Teresa
Comment en s'écoulant, en principe de haut en bas, une rivière peut-elle faire des montagnes russes ? 🤪😮
Décidément, j'ai des problèmes avec les montées et descentes de ce canyon !😉
kalimera Lakale, pegainete me ston stinn london...
L’accès à l’Olympe avant la route LIEBHERR(8 bis)
On comprend pourquoi l’Olympe avait été choisi par les grecs comme demeure des dieux(12 dieux pas moins…) tant il est difficile de l’atteindre…je parle bien sûr de son accès avant les Fonds Européens et des engins allemands taillant dans sa croupe…
Les grecs n’en auront pas fini avec les « allemands » , ils hériteront même d’un roi »bavarois » (sic…) au XIX ème siècle…
L'Olympe ne fut d’ailleurs véritablement conquis par une équipe d’alpinistes qu’en I913...
Pendant 24 siècles et l’on comprend les moines du Monastère Agios Dionysos, on n’a pu accéder au domaine des Muses(sous le « fauteuil « de Zeus, en réalité une forme géophysique évoquant un fauteuil entre le sommet STEPHANI et le pic MYTIKAS, )que par un sentier muletier de 13 kilomètres, au fond de gorges escarpées et étroites, encombrées qui plus est par le torrent tumultueux charriant l’eau de la fonte des neiges…
Pas moins de 7 ponts de bois y ont été construits pour faciliter la traversée de ces « fameuses « ups and downs »…
Mais ce sentier n’est pas du tout « easy », comme donnait l’impression de le décrire à Ulysse un randonneur grec rencontré…Celui-ci mimait de son bras et de ses mains des « hauts et des bas sur 11 kms »…
Avril ne se prêtait pas à la qualité des sols, les torrents débordaient de toutes parts, le sentier devenait lui-même torrent, sur fond de boues, de feuilles mortes, ou de parois pierreuses..Les rochers brillaient d’humidité et les feuilles de l’automne dernier pourrissaient sur les pentes rendues déjà glissantes par l’humidité…
Partout des gorges profondes…des à-pics vertigineux, des rochers aux formes anthropomorphes: Homère n’avait pas eu beaucoup d’imagination et les légendes grecques lacaliennes collaient parfaitement au terrain…
tomas
"il ne faut pas avoir peur du bonheur...c'est seulement un bon moment à passer..."
En 7, un beau barbu, porte son nom sur son socle : au secours Katelolo !!! traduis moi vite cela avec ton clavier en folie ...
Ce beau barbu ne serait-il pas ZEUS?
Kalinicta, Katelala,
je pencherai plutôt pour un haut personnage, notable, du royaume macédonien, dont les mérites seraient décrits dans l'agrafe...il n'a pas les signes distinctifs et allégoriques des dieux...compagnon de Philippe, Ministre d'Alexandre? allez, Katelala, traduis-nous vite l'épitaphe....
Où Ulysse, tel un hoplite, se rend au sanctuaire de Zeus par la route de DION (9)
Ulysse avait été arrêté dans son ascension de l’Olympe, malgré le héros Zouz, son guide préféré, par les conditions climatiques et la météo d’avril…
La piste donnant accès au domaine des Muses était fermée et Zouz, en éclaireur à Priona, avait appris que la couverture neigeuse était à quarante cinq minutes à pied et le col de Priona fermé pour cause météo…
Ulysse décida donc de se rendre seul au Sanctuaire de Zeus, à DION, à 9 kms de LITOHORO, pour prier Zeus, Déméter et Isis, dans leur sanctuaire du II me siècle avant JC…
Comme il n’y a pas de liaison par bus pour DION, il prit la piste qui longe la route nationale et gagna par monts et par vaux et plutôt par vaux, car il avait très vite rejoint la plaine de Thessalonique, la petite ville de DION, son splendide Musée archéologique et bien sûr, le site de DION, en activité du Iième siècle avant JC jusqu’au VI ème siècle …
Alexandre le Grand y fêta ses victoires avec ses généraux(pas loin du tombeau de son père PHILIPPE à VERGINA)
On ne peut comparer le musée archéologique de DION à aucun autre, car les pièces répertoriées sont les pièces originales du site et sont d’une immense richesse artistique: on trouve même un « limonaire » antique dont les orgues ont traversé les âges et les siècles…
La saison n’était pas avancée…Ulysse eut le Musée pour lui tout seul…il eut tout loisir de s’arrêter sur une copulation de Léda et du Cygne, sans pour autant négliger les superbes cratères à figures noires et blanches, décrivant les fameuses scènes Homériques…
Il avait débuté par le Musée archéologique…il savait qu’il retrouverait sur le site-même, une grande étendue fortifiée, les copies des originaux sur leur lieu d’extraction…
tomas
"il ne faut pas avoir peur du bonheur...c'est seulement un bon moment à passer..."
😉Salut Ulysse
Wahou, les photos çà donne envie d'y aller.
Merci pour ce récit instructif, à bientôt
Bonjour mon bon Georges,
merci pour tes compliments...ca donne envie de continuer...tu viens faire un tour à l'église orthodoxe de LITOHORO...ca ne peut que te faire du bien...
Prier un dieu, c’est bien, mais en prier plusieurs, c’est mieux…(10)
On était dimanche à LITOHORO, il y avait grand messe à l’église orthodoxe, il y aurait même vêpres à 18 heures…
C’était l’occasion de voir les grecs modernes prier leur dieu et leurs icônes d’éloigner d’eux le percepteur et les quarante voleurs…
Les grecs arrivent à l’office somptueusement endimanchés, un peu à l’italienne, les hommes cravatés, les femmes un peu « luppa » à la méditerranéenne, les veuves de noir vêtues comme dans un album de Tintin…
Par contre, si l’église est belle et somptueusement décorée, les icônes et les fresques datent de 1990...pâles copies de fresques byzantines proches du quattrocento italien…
Le culte est orthodoxe…le prêtre tourne le dos aux fidèles…on l’entr’aperçoit à travers un lourd « cancel » de marbre, tandis qu’un assistant psalmodie cantique sur cantique d’une belle voix de baryton…
Chaque fidèle est allé acheter un cierge de couleur pour le placer dans le narthex (espace séparant le public de la nef centrale), en ayant soin d’embrasser l’icône de la Vierge Marie et d’un des Pères de l’Eglise…
De nombreux officiants assistent les ecclésiastiques, sacristain, portier, femmes pieuses…
On ressent un fort contraste entre ces manifestations de religiosité pieuse et les comportements des ados de LITOHORO, plus habitués à la fréquentation des fastfood grecs de l’odos(rue) NIKOLAOU et à leur giroi au ketchup qu’aux odeurs d’encens diffusées par les encensoirs de l’église byzantine…
Puissent les grecs retrouver à travers leur profonde religiosité le chemin du percepteur, la pratique du ticket de caisse dans la vie quotidienne...
tomas
"il ne faut pas avoir peur du bonheur...c'est seulement un bon moment à passer..."
Fort intéressant ces narrations sur la mythologie... Cela me rappelle des souvenirs...
Pas simple, j'ai tendance à me mélanger les pinceaux entre tous ces dieux 🤪
Mais as-tu le temps de te restaurer entre toutes ces balades?
Tu me fait subir le supplice de Tantale!
La moussaka et la feta ne seraient-elles que des clichés?
Et as-tu goûté à la retsina?
Fort intéressant ces narrations sur la mythologie... Cela me rappelle des souvenirs...
Pas simple, j'ai tendance à me mélanger les pinceaux entre tous ces dieux 🤪
Mais as-tu le temps de te restaurer entre toutes ces balades?
Tu me fait subir le supplice de Tantale!
La moussaka et la feta ne seraient-elles que des clichés?
Et as-tu goûté à la retsina?
kalimera, Katelala,
Je crois que, comme ta copine, tu as loupé l’épisode avec Magne et Lacalo sur le résiné…Pénalité…premier gage, tu as droit à une page gastronomique à 17 h 30 , l’heure mezzé-mezzé, mais déjà une pointe de gourmandise…tu vas succomber à Dionysos, dieu de la gourmandise, et t’as pas besoin de gravir l’Olympe…j’ai des photos de plats grecs plein ma besace….
,
tomas
"il ne faut pas avoir peur du bonheur...c'est seulement un bon moment à passer..."
Surtout avec l'image de la tour Eiffel derrière !😉
salam, Lacalette,
petite cerise sur le gateau, cette pièce montée de macarons a été photographiée dans un site grec urbain, dont le plan a été dessiné par un architecte français au début du XX ème siècle et où la présence et l'influence françaises ont été longtemps très fortes...cf la photo çi-jointe...
qui suis-je?
tomas
"il ne faut pas avoir peur du bonheur...c'est seulement un bon moment à passer..."
Comme j'ai un peu de temps, je vous livre le récit d'un voyage de 2018 qui traînait sur mon ordinateur: Il était une fois, par delà les pandémies et les crises…
Tous nos séjours en Grèce nous ont enchantées alors, après un séjour en Crète, à Rhodes, à Zakynthos et en Grèce centrale, pourquoi pas un tour du Péloponnèse?…
Voici un compte rendu de notre voyage dans le Péloponnèse en voiture, pour contribuer à notre tour à ce forum, mine de renseignements. Nous sommes restés deux…
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After as many weeks as I have fingers on my right hand, we're hitting the road again, fully recovered from our pharaonic adventure. Back in France to drop off our daughters (sorry, girls!), this time it's just the two of us, ready to be welcomed by a new destination. They say it offers one of the richest cultural heritages in the world for those willing to put in the effort. It's the land of the ancient Silk Road, where we'll follow a journey steeped in history and discoveries straight out of *One Thousand and One Nights*. A former Soviet bloc region independent only since 1991, we'll be walking in the footsteps of Genghis Khan, Tamerlane, Alexander the Great, Marco Polo...
Another fun fact about this country: it's strictly forbidden to import porn on your phone. True story. The same goes for painkillers! Unless it's about sodomy—though the two don’t seem connected, that’s just how it is. Don’t ask me why! Anyway, I’m getting off track. Here’s the big question: Where do you think we’ve just landed?... To give you a hint, the locals are known for being incredibly welcoming. No sooner said than done—our first taxi driver, proud to transport French travelers, refused to let us pay for the ride. Great vibes for these two weeks ahead. So, any guesses?
Uzbekistan!!!
Avant notre Départ
La préparation de ce voyage a commencé 9 mois avant notre départ au mois de Juin. Pour ceux qui veulent faire un circuit similaire, il est important de réserver les hébergements très tôt, surtout dans les campsites de l'Okavango et de Savuti au risque de ne pas avoir de place.
Présentation
Après avoir fait la Zambie il y a 3 ans ainsi que la Namibie et l'ouest du Botswana il y a 1,5 ans, le choix s’est porté cette année sur le Zimbabwe (Hwange NP) et la moitié nord du Botswana.
Le vol depuis Paris est à destination de Victoria Falls avec Ethiopians airlines et une escale à Addis Ababa. Location d'un 4x4 chez Bushlore à Kasane avec deux tentes sur le toit puisque nous sommes 4 pour ce périple. La compagnie Bushlore vient nous chercher à notre guesthouse pour aller récupérer notre 4x4 et surtout nous faire une présentation de la voiture et de son équipement. Faites vraiment attention à ce que l'on vous dit car cela peut s'avérer primordial en cas de problème comme ce sera notre cas pendant le voyage.
Notre Parcours
Nous sommes arrivés le 12 juin à midi à destination. A l'aéroport de Victoria Falls dès l'arrivée nous faisons l'acquisition de notre Visa à "Double Entrée" que j'avais au préalable réservé sur internet sur le site https://www.evisa.gov.zw/ .
Comme notre véhicule est positionné au Botswana, nous devons nous y rendre depuis Victoria Falls en franchissant pour la première fois la frontière entre le Zimbabwe et le Botswana.
Le lendemain matin, la compagnie Bushlore vient nous chercher à notre guesthouse pour aller récupérer notre 4x4. A la fin des formalités, nous prenons la route direction le Zimbabwe et la ville de Victoria Falls.
Le matin réveil matinal pour être aux chutes Victoria au lever du soleil. Superbe paysage mais comme nous sommes au début de la saison sèche, il y a beaucoup d'eau dans le Zambèze et donc un débit important aux chutes. Ceci ne permet pas d'en apprécier toute la beauté.
En début d'après-midi , nous partons pour Hwange NP dans lequel nous restons 4 jours. Deux jours à Gwango campsite près de Dete et ensuite deux jours à Robins Camp. Nous pensions voir plus d'animaux à Robins, en fait cela n'a pas été le cas. A Hwange, nous n'avons pas vu de prédateurs mais quand même une multitude de mammifères ( buffles, éléphants girafes, zèbres et antilopes).
Après cette incursion de quelques jours au Zimbabwe, nous retraversons la frontière à Pandamatenga pour retourner au Botswana. Une escale au Nata lodge pour une bonne nuit de repos car il est fatigant de conduire sur la piste.
Nous quittons Nata pour nous diriger vers Nxai Pan, la piste est sablonneuse mais c'est relativement facile. Nous faisons un petit crochet pour aller admirer quelques beaux spécimens de baobabs à "Baines Baobabs". Ensuite nous reprenons la piste pour nous rendre dans notre campsite le Nxai pan South camp. Il faut savoir que beaucoup de campsites au Botswana ne sont pas clôturés (sauf la partie douches toilettes) et que donc les animaux peuvent se promener librement au sein du camp. Quelques précautions sont donc à prévoir surtout à la nuit tombée.
Après cette halte dans le pan de Nxai, nous reprenons la route pour Maun. Nous avons décidé de faire une halte à Maun avant de rejoindre Moremi et le delta de l'Okavango pour trois raisons. La première était que nous devions faire le plein de vivres et d'essence pour les 5 prochains jours, la seconde parce que notre réfrigérateur est en panne (heureusement bushlore à une succursale à Maun) et la troisième que le trajet de Nxai à notre camp de Xakanaxa dans le delta aurait pris trop de temps. J'évite toujours de conduire à la nuit tombée.
Nous arrivons donc le 21 Juin en début d'après-midi dans notre camp de Xakanaxa. Ne voulant pas perdre de temps nous réservons une balade en bateau sur le delta de l'Okavango, départ à 16h00 pour une durée de 2 heures pour assister au coucher de soleil. Pour ceux que cela intéresse à droite de l'emplacement Xakanaxa X1 , il y a un panneau pour faire des balades en bateau. La personne qui les organise est très pro et pratique des prix sans commune mesure avec ceux des lodges.
Une belle balade dans le delta et un superbe coucher de soleil. Il est bien plus reposant d'être en bateau plutôt que sur la piste. Ce qui ne nous empêche pas de faire le matin et en fin d'après-midi le lendemain des self-drive avec notre véhicule.
Voici venu le moment de quitter la zone du delta pour nous diriger vers Savuti, une région bien plus sèche. Et c'est là que commence la partie la plus difficile de notre voyage. Tout d'abord, nous décidons de remonter par Khwai , la saison des pluies est terminée mais la zone est marécageuse. Cela nous oblige à traverser quelques petites zones d'eau que nous sondons pour vérifier que nous pouvons les franchir. Heureusement sur la route un panneau nous indique la route à suivre pour rester plus ou moins au sec. Nous arrivons à Khwai sans encombre et c'est ensuite que nous avons commis une erreur majeure. Au lieu de suivre la piste principale pour remonter vers Mababe Gate et rejoindre Savuti Camp, nous avons pris une piste rectiligne qui remonte plein nord et ensuite une piste sur la droite pour rejoindre notre camp. Erreur de jugement puisque nous nous sommes ensablés, une roue arrière enfoncée à mi-hauteur dans le sable et une autre à l'avant qui ne touche plus le sol. Au point de connaitre une véritable peur de ne pouvoir nous en sortir, le tout sur une piste déserte et à vingt kilomètres de notre point de chute quand la nuit va tomber dans deux heures. Là où ma recommandation d'être attentif aux instructions relatives au véhicule prend tout son sens puisqu'il a fallu utiliser le cric de levage afin de résoudre le problème. Bilan : nous arrivons au camp site de Savuti peu avant la nuit ( Distance : 146,3 km, Durée : 9 heures, 56 minutes et 3 secondes, Vitesse moyenne : 14,7 km/h , trace prise avec Osmand ). A la réception, la personne ne comprend pas par ou nous sommes passées, car en effet nous n'avons franchi aucune porte d'entrée de la réserve de Savuti.
Le lendemain matin personne n'a envie de conduire et nous faisons donc un game drive avec un guide. Je ne sais pas si c'est une forme de récompense mais la sortie est formidable. Nous avons le plaisir de voir trois lions et surtout une troupe de lycaons que nous avons le temps d'admirer et de photographier. Le lendemain, nous faisons un petit self drive et nous retrouvons un des lions de la veille qui se désaltère à un point d'eau. Fin de notre aventure à Savuti.
Nous partons maintenant vers Kasane. Nous restituons notre voiture et nous nous installons pour nos deux dernières nuits à Kasane. Le lendemain matin, comme nous n'avons plus de voiture, nous décidons donc de faire un dernier game drive matinal à Chobe NP qui se révèle là aussi plutôt réussi avec le suivi de deux lions qui sont frères et beaucoup d'autres mammifères. Le seul inconvénient de Chobe est qu'il y a beaucoup de touristes , cela nous change des autres parcs que nous avons faits. Ceci dit nous sommes nous-mêmes des vacanciers donc ... Le soir, nous faisons une ultime balade en bateau sur la rivière Chobe pour finir en beauté avec un très beau coucher de soleil.
Une bonne nuit de sommeil et pleins de merveilleux souvenirs, de paysages, d'animaux et d'émotions mais il est temps de repartir. Nous partons tôt le matin avec la même compagnie de taxi qu'à l'aller afin de franchir une dernière fois la frontière vers le Zimbabwe pour rejoindre l'aéroport d'où nous décollons pour rentrer en France.
Nous avons atterri à Victoria Falls au Zimbabwe et sommes allés directement au Botswana à Kasane pour récupérer notre voiture.
Notre véhicule est un 4X4 car en Zambie, il est pratiquement impossible d'utiliser autre chose surtout dans les parcs nationaux. J'ai déjà eu le plaisir de visiter le parc national de South Luangwa, c'est une des motivations pour ce voyage, la principale raison étant de voyager en Afrique avec un de mes fils.
Première étape Livingstone au bord du fleuve Zambèze, sur la route nous découvrons un restaurant très agréable chez Socrates avec un patron super sympathique (d'ailleurs à notre retour nous y ferons une autre escale). Nous faisons notre première nuit dans le tente de toit après un superbe coucher de soleil, accompagné du grognement des hippos dans le fleuve.
Le lendemain départ de bonne heure, direction Kafue NP. En fait les départ seront toujours de bonne heure, lever entre 5h00 et 5h30 du matin et départ une heure plus tard. Kafue est un parc méconnu, il est essentiellement boisé, les animaux sont craintifs car peu habitués à la présence humaine. Nous avons traversé le parc du sud vers le nord et avons croisé la route de diverses antilopes. Aux abords du lac Itezhi-Tezhi, on trouve des plaines et une faune plus facile à observer.
Après Kafue, direction South Luangwa. Ce trajet nécessite de faire des étapes à Mumbwa et Petauke. Deux étapes agréables où nous avons trouvé des lodges (cela change un peu de la tente sur le toit de la voiture) à des prix abordables et rencontré des personnes accueillantes.
South Luangwa est pour ma part le plus beau parc de Zambie, la rivière est magnifique, les paysages superbes et on y trouve une grande diversité animale y compris bien sûr les grands fauves. Un conseil pour ceux qui comme nous ne sont pas accompagnés d'un guide, si vous restez plusieurs jours aux abords du parc, n'hésitez pas à faire un "game drive" et ainsi repérer les endroits où se trouvent les animaux, afin d'y retourner le lendemain avec votre propre véhicule. Bien sûr en saison sèche, il faut privilégier les points d'eau pour voir les animaux et aussi avoir de la chance. La population d'éléphant est en croissance et nous avons eu la chance de voir au petit matin la traversée de la Luangwa par un soixante d'éléphants répartis sur plusieurs groupe. South Luangwa est le point le plus à l'ouest de notre voyage, nous repartons vers l'est afin de nous rendre dans le Lower Zambezi.
Le Lower Zambezi est la partie Zambienne de Mana Pools coté Zimbabwe. C'est sur le Zambèze que nous avons fait une balade en bateau pour voir les éléphants, hippos, crocodiles et une multitude d'oiseaux qui vivent au bord de l'eau et sur les diverses îles du fleuve. Le coucher de soleil est là aussi magnifique.
Pour notre découverte du parc, nous avons longé les cours d'eau en parallèle du Zambèze surtout sur la partie ouest (voir notre trajet). Le Lower est le dernier parc que nous visitons, la dernière étape de notre circuit sera les chutes Victoria.
Victoria Falls ou Mosi-Oa-Tunya (la fumée qui gronde), ces chutes sont véritablement impressionnantes même pendant la saison sèche. Nous avons vu les chutes à partir des deux pays, en Zambie pour la perspective globale et le pont qui sert de frontière, au Zimbabwe pour être au plus prés des chutes les plus spectaculaires.
C'est la fin de notre voyage, qui malgré l'explosion d'une roue sur la route aura été sans problèmes majeurs. La Zambie, un bien beau pays qui nous projette dans une nature sauvage et encore préservée.
I’d been wanting to discover Sulawesi for years. But then life happened—COVID, the cost of flight tickets, you name it. Long story short, years went by, but we finally set off as a family for a three-week trip in southern Sulawesi: Rammang Rammang, Rantepao, Sengkang, Bira, and Selayar.
I like to spend a good amount of time in the places I visit, giving myself the chance to really get to know the area and meet locals. So no island-hopping this time—just the south. But when I say "just," it’s not restrictive at all, given how rich this island is in landscapes, little encounters, and magical moments.
Wednesday 07/08 - Thursday 07/09:
We left Montpellier for what was supposed to be five flights, though we only took four to start, landing in Jakarta.
We picked up our luggage there to catch a flight to Makassar the next day. That’s the only way we could get an affordable ticket (702 €).
I won’t bore you with the flight details—there’s not much to say. We arrived at 7 PM and considered heading straight to Makassar that evening. But we opted for a recovery night before taking off again. Good thing we did, because my son’s suitcase was missing...
First contact with the locals was a bit stressful—a trip without your luggage isn’t exactly fun. But right away, a woman reassured us: the suitcase was just enjoying some extra time in Singapore. Maybe it was doing some last-minute shopping. Anyway, nothing serious—it was supposed to arrive at 9 AM the next day. That gave us some breathing room since our flight wasn’t until noon.
So off we went to our hotel (Days Hotel & Suites) near the airport. It was cheap (40 € for three rooms—my kids are older and need their space), but it wasn’t worth much more. The place had definitely seen better days. But no big deal—we were only there for the night, and... we got to watch France beat Morocco in the World Cup live at 3 AM. That’s what really mattered!
Friday 07/10: In search of the lost suitcase
First challenge of the morning: finding our missing suitcase. They sent us to the airport basement, to the staff entrance. We were greeted with smiles, and an airport employee led me through the underground corridors back to the baggage claim. Right on time at 9 AM, the suitcase arrived, just like they’d promised. We were finally complete!
Off we went to change terminals, grab a well-deserved meal, and board our fifth flight to Makassar.
Little side note: I struggled for a while trying to book domestic flights directly on the airlines’ websites with no luck. Without meaning to advertise (though I guess I am a little), I realized it’d be easier to use sites like tiket.com or Traveloka. That turned out to be a great choice—I even ended up booking hotels through them later in the trip.
12:40 PM: We were on our way to Makassar. First good news: we were the only tourists. Well, the only European tourists on the flight, anyway.
No, you’re not dreaming—the bag is full of... potato chip packets.
To each their own souvenirs, I guess...
When we arrived in Makassar, a driver was waiting to take us straight to Rammang Rammang: 250,000 IDR (12 €) to our guesthouse (Rammang Rammang House). Forget about meeting people on the bus—we were headed straight to the first stop of our trip, and it was already stunning.
My kids’ guesthouse:
Ours:
View of the little lake:
But not everything is straightforward around here.
I wanted to get a local SIM card for internet and calls. I found them expensive at Jakarta’s airport (20 € for 20 GB), so I decided to wait. Well, no luck in Rammang Rammang either. You can’t just buy one from the local shop—you need a Telkomsat store (they have the best coverage). So we’d have to wait for Rantepao to get Wi-Fi... When I say "local shop," I mean the little shack around the corner. No big deal—we’d find one easily in Rantepao for 5 € and 25 GB. So there we were, offline, just the four of us enjoying the amazing view.
Saturday 07/11: Rammang Rammang
We woke up early to the sound of wedding music blasting through the village (everyone’s invited!). Off we went to explore the area.
A little walking, a little boat ride (shared with a French tourist and a Polish one—yes, there *are* tourists here, just not many; 750,000 IDR for up to 8 people) through a lovely canal, and we discovered the karst site. It was peaceful and beautiful.
The river:
The karst site:
It was winter, a winter with beautiful weather,
A season that only exists in the southwest of America,
I remember very well what I told you that morning
A month ago... A century ago, an eternity ago...
We’ll go... wherever you want, whenever you want...
Well, yeah, back from our adventure in our enchanting American West just a month ago, we’re already taking a bite out of one of its lesser-known competitors. "Flo, if you had to pick just one reason to justify your love for the U.S., what would it be?" The greasy, dripping burgers? No, I don’t think I’m going out on a limb by saying it’d be the wide-open spaces... And that’s exactly what our new quest is taking us to—a land on the other side of the globe where the horizon also seems endless, where silence tastes like salty wind and sand, where freedom is measured in kilometers of desert tracks, where the GPS is mostly there to confirm you’re lost in the middle of nowhere... Add to that magic formula the fact that you’ll see more zebras, giraffes, wildebeest, and elephants than people per square kilometer, and you can imagine us setting foot in Southern Africa for the first time, more precisely at the small airport in Windhoek, capital of... of...? Brush up on your geography, damn it! We’re landing in Namibia!!!
To be honest, Namibian landscapes have been flirting with me for ages. So how did I resist this island of temptation for so long? First, the budget. Let’s just say that for the same amount of effort (and kidneys), the bank lets you choose two other adventures almost anywhere else on the planet. Then there were my girls. Yeah, back then, they were too little to dose up on Malarone, the only malaria remedy at the time... Long story short, ten years later, all the planets have aligned. First, I won the Euromillions! Well, almost... Let’s just say my girls are now old enough... not to take Malarone, but to stop following me on all my adventures! Jackpot! "Flo, how about a little two-person caprice, just the two of us, tackling the Namibian tracks?"
As we landed on the runway, first wow effect: The horizon is immense. It’s flat as can be, incredibly flat... So much flat space! Did I mention it was flat?... Looking into the distance, it feels like your gaze could circle the Earth without hitting a single obstacle—until you end up staring at your own backside. "Oh, what a nice view!" Well, it’s the first time I’ve seen my butt from this angle! Touching moment... Sorry, I’m rambling—must be the exhaustion from the three-flight marathon we just powered through via Ethiopia and South Africa... And yet, no time to philosophize about my anatomy. As usual, we want to rack up our first kilometers to be front and center at dawn tomorrow. After wrapping up the tedious Namibian immigration formalities and meeting the 4x4 that’ll be our companion day and night for the next fifteen days, we’re off! We’re not exactly fresh, but we’re ready to tackle the next five hundred kilometers in night mode, cruise control set due south! Just outside Windhoek, the local wildlife—a jackal—welcomes us with a smile: "Welcome to Namibia!" That’s what it said! Honest... Okay, first endless straight road, first flaming sunset, first corrugated dirt track, first Milky Way with zero light pollution... You get it—it’s definitely the day of firsts... First night camping, too, in the big trunk of our Toyota Fortuner parked by the side of the track... The real adventure, the kind that smells under the arms, can finally begin...
I hesitated about writing this travel journal...
This summer, we only did the classics (the 3 northern parks and Zanzibar) and let a local agency take care of everything from start to finish.
No craziness, no risks, no sleeping under the stars, no self-drive, no venturing off the beaten path, no incidents, and not even any delays in the pre-planned itinerary...
But don’t think we were disappointed!
The whole family (there were 6 of us) came back with smiles and memories of great moments spent together.
So, if you're looking for a "classic" way to discover Tanzania, this is the place to be.
Our 2-week itinerary:
- Arusha (1 night upon arrival)
- Tarangire (1 night)
- Ngorongoro (2 nights in Karatu then Irmisigiyo)
- Serengeti (3 nights in Robanda, Togoro Plains, and Seronera)
- Zanzibar Stone Town (1 night)
- Zanzibar Matemwe (3 nights)
- Zanzibar Jambiani (3 nights)
Hi everyone, I’m Patrick, 67 years old, a seasoned traveler (already 22 trips outside Europe).
In autumn 2025, I took my first 3-week trip to Japan, with stops in Tokyo, Kamakura, Matsumoto, Kamikochi, Takayama, Kanazawa, Kyoto, Nara, Osaka, Koyasan, Tokyo again, and Nikko.
I wanted to go back in May 2026 and explore some lesser-known places to complement my first trip.
Last year, there were four of us traveling together to discover Japan (a fairly classic itinerary). This time, I’ll be traveling solo for part of the trip and with a couple of French friends for the rest.
The weather was gorgeous in May, averaging around 25°C, with two very hot days in Kyoto and only two rainy days.
As usual, I organized everything myself, gathering plenty of information from various sites, including this one.
Transportation:
An ICOCA card is essential.
I got a 5-day Kansai-Hiroshima pass because I took the shinkansen between Hiroshima and Osaka three times, and it paid for itself quickly.
Accommodations:
Mostly through Booking. No issues at all. Average cost was 46 € per night.
Meals:
For breakfast, I alternated between buying food at a konbini to eat in my room or on the train and grabbing something at local cafés.
For lunch and dinner, I tried to vary my meals as much as possible—lots of sashimi, sushi, and ramen.
Okonomiyaki in Osaka and Hiroshima.
Oysters in every form (raw, grilled, fried) in Onomichi and Hiroshima.
A variety of seafood (shrimp, shellfish) in Hiroshima and Matsumoto.
Fish whose names often escaped me, but notably mackerel and eel (unagi).
Tempura and gyoza.
Chicken skewers (yakitori) and one teppanyaki meal.
One omakase meal (9 different dishes).
In the end, not much meat aside from a few yakitori skewers. No splurges on super expensive wagyu or Kobe beef.
Average dinner cost: 4,800 yen, drinks included.
The Itinerary:
Day 1: Departure from Brussels
Day 2: Arrival in Osaka
Day 3: To Himeji, then Kurashiki
Day 4: To Fukuyama, then Tomo no Ura, then Onomichi
Day 5: Cycling the Shimanami Kaido
Day 6: To Takahara, then Hiroshima
Day 7: To Kyoto to attend the Aoi Matsuri parade
Day 8: To Miyajima
Day 9: Hiroshima, then Kyoto
Day 10: Southern Kyoto
Day 11: Northern Kyoto
Day 12: Final day in Kyoto, then to Nagatsugawa
Day 13: Start of the Nakasendo Trail (Magome to Tsumago)
Day 14: Second day of the trail (Kiso Fukushima)
Day 15: Third day of the trail (Narai), then Matsumoto
Day 16: To Mt. Fuji (Kawaguchiko)
Day 17: To Tokyo
Day 18: Excursion to Enoshima and Kamakura
Day 19: Flight home, with a 10-hour layover in Hong Kong
Day 20: Arrival in Brussels
I could have titled my travel journal like Carmen: "Some trips are born twice." Indeed, we had considered this destination back in February 2020. However, an honest tour operator advised us against traveling at that time due to the climate. So, we gave up and opted for Guatemala instead (see "On the Mayan Lands" on this site).
So, why this title? When I was in primary school, over 65 years ago, the illustrations in my history books (Machu Picchu) and geography books (Lake Titicaca) made me dream, and those images stayed in my mind. It took until 2026 to finally make this dream come true!
We prepared our trip with Tout Pérou, a French-speaking "agency." Everything was handled via email and WhatsApp exchanges with our contact: Laurent, who was both competent, friendly, and full of good advice.
For 200 €, Tout Pérou provided us with drivers and guides whenever we wanted, helped us buy our domestic flights (cheaper when purchased in Peru), booked shuttles between airports and hotels, and got us a discount on the train ride to Aguas Calientes, as well as on the buses between Chivay and Puno and between Puno and Cusco. In short, Laurent took care of all the logistics and the Machu Picchu tickets. It was up to us to book our hotels. Tout Pérou provided a list, but we weren’t obliged to follow it. Another advantage of the package: we didn’t have to pay in advance; we paid the service providers directly day by day.
We didn’t meet Laurent in person because he was on vacation in Europe. Before his departure, he gave us a briefing, provided a summary table with the entire program, the service providers, their phone numbers, their fees, the schedules, and gave us plenty of advice (money, exchange, safety, etc.). After returning at the end of our stay, he kept checking in on us.
Lastly, we had also gathered information from Arnaud Lagadec, who runs a hotel in Cusco and offers tours of the region. He gave us a lot of useful information. Another contact: Thomas Montaigne, very friendly, who runs an agency in Arequipa (Agence Pérou Exclusif).
Day 1 – Paris to Lima
Foreword
I’ll share our trip without any pretension—I don’t have the talent of some contributors on this forum—and I’ll illustrate it with a few photos (taken with an ordinary smartphone). My comments are personal and only reflect my own views. So, please be kind! Feel free to comment on my story as you like, but let’s avoid pointless debates.
Even though we live in the south of the Paris region, true to our habits when the flight is in the morning, we chose to spend the night before our departure in a hotel near CDG and parked our car in a parking lot in Garches. This way, we avoid the stress that often comes with traveling around Paris (accidents, roadworks, traffic jams, etc.).
Check-in and border control went smoothly on that Sunday morning. Our Air France flight was uneventful. In Lima, border control took a particularly long time, and for the first time, we didn’t get an entry visa stamped in our passports.
As planned, a driver took us to the Miraflores district, where our hotel was located. We were surprised by the numerous signs about possible tsunamis, having forgotten that Peru is prone to such events and regularly experiences earthquakes. We’d see the consequences of these during our journey.
Exhausted from the early wake-up, the 13-hour flight, and the 7-hour time difference, we had dinner at the hotel before a restful night.
Note that this day was Peru’s presidential election day. As a result, we weren’t served beer—the sale of alcohol was banned that Sunday.
Okay, Palermo—we know it. We go there to marvel at the architectural wonders born from the Arab-Norman-Byzantine-Gothic mix. And rightly so. We also go to treat our taste buds to all kinds of delights, both savory and sweet. Again, rightly so. We go to succumb to the charms of Palermo’s women, their sun-kissed skin glowing with golden highlights. Still, rightly so. And all while fantasizing about a mafia we’ll never actually see. Anyway.
But you’ll also find street art everywhere, even in the historic center. Sometimes, you just need to step a few meters away from the main tourist highways like Cassaro, Via Maqueda, or the main arteries of the Ballarò, Capo, or Vucciria markets to stumble upon some amazing murals. Duck into one or two slightly grimy alleys, weaving past trash and crumbling walls, and you’ll find real gems.
For example, just 50 meters south of the main artery of the Mercato del Capo, there’s a great spot with dozens of murals in a tiny neighborhood of run-down mini-houses. You’ll find plenty more south of the Mercato di Ballarò, in the Albergheria (the grittier side, not the one near Cassaro). There’s some in Ballarò itself too, but it’s hard to spot when the market’s in full swing with stalls everywhere. La Kalsa isn’t left out either, nor is Vucciria—just step away from the restaurant-packed streets.
Here are a few examples that really caught my eye.
(In the heart of Albergheria, on a street every visitor walks down—lovely message from an unidentified artist)
We all have two lives. And the second one kicks off the day you realize you only have one, with the determination to spend the time you have left on what truly adds sparkle to your life, Kevin! I like to elegantly introduce a trip with a philosophical quote. First, it gives you the illusion that I’m some kind of deep thinker, and second, it lets me fill up the first few lines of my blank page when I don’t know how to tell you I’m diving back into what really lights up my life: another adventure beyond the horizon! And nearly every other year, like a toxic relationship, my horizon tends to take shape in Uncle Sam’s backyard. And this, despite his cousin Donald calling the shots. Speaking of which, it was partly that impulsive guy who pushed us to be just as impulsive and snag our four flight tickets at a ridiculously low price—a direct result of foreign tourism taking a hit from BetaMax’s repeated antics... Four tickets? Who are the other lucky ones? In this case, our lucky ones are actually lucky ladies: My Flo, always up for exploring the world with me on foot, camelback, or scooter, is obviously in on the fun. The other two seats went to our daughters, Sasha and Luna, both thrilled to be part of this new American adventure...
But what’s the American West like in February?... A gamble. Let’s call it Russian roulette since we’re not landing during peak weather season. That’s why we encouraged our transportation and accommodation to get cozy and produce a little camper van, so we can stay ultra-flexible in the face of any weather tantrums. We’ll be roaming in Kara the van with the motto "Follow the sun!" Bad weather? We bolt. Snow? We speed up. Sunny? We act like it was the plan all along and soak it up.
"Okay, but why keep coming back to the same corner of the globe? After ten American adventures, you must be tired of seeing the same things, right?" But I’m not crazy, you know!... The American West is like making love to your gorgeous wife over and over, always enjoying it just as much. And contrary to what you might think, the American West isn’t just the Grand Canyon, Monument Valley, Las Vegas, and Bryce Canyon. Proof is, after ten trips to the U.S., my retinas are still untouched by three-quarters of the places I scribbled on a napkin for this adventure... Oh, and add to that my wife, who I’ve easily converted to my religion, and boom... relapse is even easier! Because yes, we’ve landed in Los Angeles after a sunny flight over Greenland, still under Danish flag for now. And we’re already heading east through the XXL traffic of L.A.’s eight-lane highways, eager to dive into our first discoveries. But first, night is taking over the sky, and second, we’ve been officially awake for 24 hours, so I suggest wrapping up this intro. I’ll tell you more tomorrow morning. Sound good?
When we started looking for a summer destination a few months ago, our first criterion was to avoid extreme heat and heatwaves. We had already been to Norway two years ago and are considering going back in the future for other occasions. So, we had some fun asking ChatGPT which destinations enjoyed a mild climate during the summer without going too far. Among the list provided by the AI were the Canary Islands... The idea of a place we wouldn’t have thought of first, both not too far away and exotic enough, appealed to us: “Hmm, why not?”
This destination had never really attracted me, though Magali was a bit more interested. Five years earlier, COVID had caused a short break in my professional activity, and I had planned a trip because the flight price was attractive, and I was looking for a destination different from what usually appeals to me, more than out of deep interest. From a distance and with a social judgment I acknowledge (it’s not great, but it’s not completely wrong), I had the image of a destination for party-goers enjoying the sun without the slightest interest in local culture, with concrete coastlines and denatured landscapes—everything I detest the most. Still, I had done some quick research on the different islands and spotted Lanzarote for its beautiful volcanic landscapes, hiking trails, beaches, and the impression of a good balance between activity and fewer crowds than Tenerife or Gran Canaria. Then I dropped the idea of going, without ever reconsidering traveling to the Canaries...
Until now! Because we started researching the different islands of the archipelago to see which ones might appeal to us the most. It was La Gomera, the third smallest island of the archipelago, more praised for its hiking trails and preserved nature than for its beaches, away from mass tourism (fifty times fewer tourists than Tenerife) but still a bit more developed than its wild neighbor El Hierro, that caught our attention. Contrary to what might be suggested later, I’m not at all addicted to AI, but I use it from time to time to synthesize quick research or simply for experimentation. Since ChatGPT had started anticipating my tastes lately as if it had become my buddy (often successfully, sometimes off the mark), I asked which Canary Island would suit me best for a trip with my family. The tool answered first with... La Gomera. So, I tested it and teased it a bit to see if this suggestion was well-founded, as the method sometimes makes it contradict itself. But no luck: “You’d appreciate the wild nature of El Hierro, but with family, you’ll find little activity for the kids. You won’t like the touristy vibe of the big islands like Tenerife, Gran Canaria, Lanzarote, and Fuerteventura. You could consider La Palma, but it’s really La Gomera that will suit you best, based on your interests and the criteria given.” So, we dug deeper into our research and were convinced without a shadow of a doubt that this island was the one waiting for us.
Without knowing it, we had Canarians in our circle who revealed their origins when they heard about our travel plans. One from Tenerife insisted we’d be better off choosing Tenerife (obviously...) because it also has preserved spots and that La Gomera, “you can explore it in two or three days, you’ll get bored quickly...” The other, a colleague from Gran Canaria who had never visited La Gomera, still recommended it without hesitation because it turned out her parents had just gone there on vacation: they loved it and had encountered few tourists. She also tended to think this destination was usually the subject of short stays, but according to what her parents told her, taking your time there was also a great idea. However, in our research, the idea that La Gomera is an island you can explore in three or four days max kept coming up. So, we considered combining its visit with La Palma or El Hierro, the other two that caught our eye. But hopping between islands by ferry represents a significant budget for non-Canarians, even more so for a family of four. Then, scrutinizing Google Maps, it seemed obvious that two weeks were too short to discover two islands as they deserve, and that there seemed to be plenty to see in La Gomera, given its very unique culture. After all, we read that some people spend several months a year there, others never even leave... Finally, these landscapes and this atmosphere, which seemed to us a mix of Europe, North Africa, and Latin America, tempted us. So, it would be two weeks in La Gomera, deal!
La Gomera is therefore the second... well, the third smallest island of the Canaries since La Graciosa was recently recognized as a fully inhabited island. It has the shape of a rough circle about 20 to 25 kilometers in diameter and has just over 20,000 inhabitants, half of them in its capital, San Sebastián de la Gomera, the only real town. Like its Canarian sisters, La Gomera is a volcanic formation that rose about 10 million years ago. The island is very mountainous and rugged, covered with red and black rocky landscapes. Geological activity has shaped, between the sprawling massifs that end in steep cliffs in the ocean, six coastal valleys with tropical vegetation that have favored human settlement. They divide the island like slices of a cake; from the north clockwise: the agricultural Vallehermoso, the rustic Agulo, the green, humid, and fertile Hermigua, the sunny capital San Sebastián de la Gomera, the southern and isolated Alajeró-Santiago, and the seaside Valle Gran Rey. They constitute the six municipalities (more like cantons to our French understanding) of the territory.
The large solidified magma massifs that shape the heart of the island have created a large depression more protected from the sun at its center, allowing the growth of a vast laurel forest, today grouped within the Garajonay National Park, La Gomera’s green lung, which has earned it the status of a World Biosphere Reserve. Its completely European appearance contrasts sharply with the rocky and tropical landscapes of the rest of the island. Thus, the climate varies greatly from one point to another on the island: in summer, you can quickly go from a dry and sunny valley at 35°C to a humid forest area at altitude at 18°C.
La Gomera was populated late. As with the rest of the Canaries, human presence is thought to have begun about 2,000 years ago. Groups of animist Berbers, probably fleeing persecution, gradually populated the archipelago, especially the western islands and La Gomera, becoming its small aboriginal population: the Guanches (or later Gomeros). The animist and pastoral civilization of the Guanches thrived until the Spanish takeover in the 15th century, which, after a short period of harmony and mixing with the indigenous people, suddenly ended in bloodshed... La Gomera later became the “Columbus Island” after Christopher Columbus’s stopover, increasing the blending of populations. In the 20th century, many Gomeros emigrated to Cuba and other Latin American countries in search of a better life, bringing back a mix of cultures and traits quite palpable in today’s Gomeran culture. It is, however, in La Gomera that the vestiges of Guanche culture seem to have left the most traces, in the language, gastronomy, social practices... Moreover, most Gomeros, especially in remote villages, have a particular identifiable type and proudly claim their ancestral roots, even making La Gomera a bit exotic in the eyes of other Canarians.
Perhaps that’s why it has never really wanted to develop its tourist infrastructure too much. If we set aside the tourists who visit for the day by bus or boat from Tenerife on a marked itinerary (and whom we ultimately rarely encounter), La Gomera has remained a hidden gem, a destination focused on nature discovery that attracts hikers, nature-loving divers, and scientists for its fauna and flora, and to a lesser extent, beachgoers who don’t seek overly developed coastlines. Tourist activity is therefore limited. Roughly speaking, you’ll find a majority of Spaniards, including a substantial number of residents from other Canary Islands, many Germans who have a particular fondness for La Gomera and spend long stays there or own second homes, to the point that the German cultural footprint is clearly noticeable in some places (it’s said to be Angela Merkel’s favorite holiday spot), and still quite a few French. The presence of other nationalities seemed negligible to us. Most travelers come mainly for hiking, but it’s also a prime spot for whale watching. Additionally, the seaside resorts of La Gomera—San Sebastián, Santiago, and especially Valle Gran Rey—are well-known destinations for hippies, especially German ones, ranging from chic boho hippies to old-school hippies who’ve been there for decades, quite similar to those you’d meet in India in Goa, Rishikesh, or Paharganj. Thus, practices like naturism, vegetarianism, and local organic production are quite well established in some areas.
Some practical info:
- The round-trip flight from Paris to Tenerife cost us 365 € per person (outbound with Transavia, return with EasyJet), including checked luggage and three seats reserved side by side.
- We chose two bases to explore the island: one week in Valle Gran Rey, reputed to be the most pleasant of the three seaside resorts, and one week in Hermigua, more mountainous and close to the natural park. We booked two houses with balconies and views: the first at 120 € per night, the second at 99 €.
- The round-trip ferry between Tenerife and La Gomera cost us 270 € with the company Baleària Canarias, including discounts for children aged 4 and 12, but I don’t have the exact details. It was a bit cheaper than with the other company, Fred Olsen.
- Finally, we rented a car through the agency Cicar for 360 € for 16 days, which comes to 22.50 € per day.
- Apart from that, we didn’t plan anything and decided the day before or even the morning of what we wanted to do. We didn’t invest in any paper guide on the Canaries, as information on La Gomera was scarce, but we used the very comprehensive site La Gomera Travel, a travel guide published by the Canary Islands Tourism Council, a real goldmine of almost exhaustive information on the island.
Alright, off we go for 16 days of adventure discovering La Gomera!
This travel journal aims to help future travelers (well, I hope so!), since there’s so little information available about this remote archipelago. Big thanks to Lolodesiles and Ayis for answering my questions while I planned this trip!
Context
This is our fourth trip to Indonesia as a couple—after Java-Bali in 2011, Flores-Komodo in 2013, and Sulawesi in 2016—each time for three weeks. It’s also our tenth trip to Southeast Asia overall.
We’re traveling like we have in previous years: with a rough itinerary that often changes based on who we meet, tips from other travelers, how tired we are, or what we’re feeling in the moment. In the Moluccas, it’ll change constantly, mostly depending on transportation.
Our only accommodation booking: the first few nights in Ambon when we arrive.
Planned route (to be refined on the spot): Ambon - Banda Islands - Lease Islands - Ternate - Tidore - Halmahera (between Sofifi and Tobelo) - Morotai and the neighboring unnamed archipelago.
Flights: Lyon-Paris-Singapore on Air France (428 € round-trip), with good meals, champagne, and wine (we like our little comforts when going on vacation 😏). Then Singapore-Jakarta-Ambon on Air Asia and Garuda.
Return flight: Ternate-Jakarta-Singapore on Lion Air, with a 3-day stopover in Singapore before heading home.
Episode 1: Ambon to Banda
Our guesthouse, booked two days before departure, is 45 minutes from Ambon Airport, near Natsepa Beach (northeast of Leihitu). It’s a pretty average beach—quiet on weekdays but packed on Sundays (we saw the difference). It’s lined with warungs.
This rainy day helps us readjust to the atmosphere of this country we love so much.
Our “Solim Guesthouse” is a lovely house with a living/dining room and garden, costing 15 € per night for two, including a hearty breakfast.
Dinner is at Gaba Gaba, a great restaurant just a short walk away, right by the water, recommended by our host. Fun fact: it’s in the Lonely Planet, and it might be the only LP-listed spot in the Moluccas that actually matches the description (the others either don’t exist or have nothing to do with what’s advertised 😠).
For the next two days, the super-friendly owner lends us his scooter. We set off to explore the coastal villages in northern Leihitu (the western part of Ambon Island, which has a weird shape).
Laundry and trucks washed in the same stream.
Liang Beach, described as the island’s most beautiful, is almost gone (climate change or something else?), but the colors are magical.
We continue 25 km toward a snorkeling spot our host recommended, taking a gorgeous, deserted little road through tiny villages in clove plantations (oh, those unforgettable scents!), stunning coves, and dense forest.
We’re greeted dozens of times with “Hello Mister”—a daily routine in the Moluccas. Every time we stop, we pose for photos to be saved on locals’ smartphones. They don’t see tourists often.
We ask for directions to the snorkeling spot (not easy—we only know basic Indonesian like *Selamat pagi*, *siang*, *sore*, and other polite phrases). Not many people know where it is (especially since we never know which village we’re in), but we eventually reach a small village that seems to be the right place. 🙂
We ask a local to take us there by boat (it’s not reachable by land).
The spot is at most 100 meters long, but the coral is in good condition (apparently not dynamited by fishermen, unlike in other parts of this beautiful country where fishing methods are destructive and nature pays the price 😠). The fish are plentiful and diverse. It’s a great start before heading to Banda. We’re happy to have the place to ourselves… though we don’t yet realize we won’t see a single tourist for the rest of the trip!
After two days of rest, we head to Tulehu Port in the morning, aiming for the Banda Islands. We know the journey is often tricky: the Pelni ferry runs twice a month but doesn’t match our dates, the 10-seat Suzi Air plane is always full (you can’t book—you have to show up on Mondays and Fridays), and it’s often canceled due to weather. So we opt for the Tuesday speedboat (which also gets canceled if there are waves or wind), with the next one on Saturday.
We’re used to Indonesian ports—crowded, rusty boats, no English speakers—but we still feel lost. When I ask about the speedboat to Bandaneira, people gesture wildly, someone takes me to the “harbor office,” then tells me there’s no boat, others try to sell me tickets, and some just say, “No boat.”
Luckily, an English-speaking local approaches us and confirms the speedboat is broken. The next one will be Saturday *if* it’s fixed—otherwise, even later. 🤪 😠
We’re crushed. We came here for the Banda Islands… 🙁
We decide waiting five days for a maybe-boat isn’t an option, so we decide to head straight to North Moluccas, which was planned for later. We’re so disappointed we don’t even want to stay in the area. The Lease Islands don’t appeal to us despite what we’ve read, and Seram would deserve its own trip with its remote mountain tribes.
Huge disappointment—we’d been dreaming of Banda for months, with its incredible drop-offs like Bunaken, its islands covered in nutmeg trees, etc. I’d read that Banda is in the world’s top 5, alongside Bunaken (amazing—we went in 2016), Komodo (incredible—we went in 2013), Sipadan, and another spot I’ve forgotten.
We take a taxi back to Ambon (45 minutes) to a travel agency to buy plane tickets to Ternate. There’s a daily ATR72 flight at noon—perfect timing.
Ambon is the capital of South Moluccas (or Central, depending on who you ask!) with 300,000 people. The city doesn’t seem unpleasant, but we don’t stop.
On the plane, there are only about ten passengers for 72 seats. The flight attendants are stunning, as always with Wings Air—clearly, they’re hired for their looks. 😊
Stopover in Bacan—a runway in the middle of coconut trees serving a tiny town—then we fly over countless volcanoes, the last one towering over Ternate.
With my girlfriend Christelle, we’ve chosen South Africa for our first trip to Southern Africa, focusing on safaris—after a long debate with a Cape Town/Kruger combo.
But that would’ve meant cutting out St Lucia, which would’ve been harder to fit into another trip.
And St Lucia—thanks to Michel and all those travel journals—we really wanted to go there.
So our 11-night itinerary ended up like this, mostly shaped by school holidays:
- 3 nights in St Lucia
- 1 night in Hluhluwe
- 1 night at Mkhaya Game Reserve (Eswatini)
- 1 night at Hlane Royal National Park (Eswatini)
- 3 nights in Kruger (Berg en Dal / Satara / Tamboti)
- 1 night at Shindzela Tented Camp in the Timbavati private reserve
- 1 final night in Kruger at Lower Sabie
All of this in the off-season and rainy season, just a month after catastrophic floods that killed over 150 people and seriously damaged Kruger’s infrastructure.
I’ll jump straight to St Lucia and skip the loooong journey to get there (with a layover in Frankfurt, landing in Johannesburg, a domestic flight to Durban, and the rest by rental SUV—First Car Rental, perfect, no complaints).
To motivate readers—especially some familiar faces here—I’ll drop in a first photo.
Preamble:
Africa was calling to me, so a year ago, with our usual travel companions, we decided to return to the continent we love so much.
Where to go?
Uganda quickly caught our attention—wildlife we’re used to seeing, plus gorillas and the shoebill we missed in Zambia.
We got in touch with Paul, who’s been mentioned several times on the forum back in September, booked our flight tickets, secured the gorilla permits, and by early October, the most important things were done.
We still had plenty of time to hold our "prep meetings" for the final itinerary.
Three days before departure, I sprained my ankle (my weak spot, as you’ll recall from our Colombia trip).
I wasn’t in great spirits, but after a year of waiting, nothing was going to stop me.
We’d see how it goes!
Off we went for our new adventures
Bonjour,
De retour sur le forum - et première rédaction d'un espèce de carnet de retour de notre 4ème voyage en Indo.
Contexte : une trentaine de jours, en scooter et en duo, sur Florès (et une petite incursion dans l'archipel de Solor, plus précisément à Lembata (chut, faut pas trop en parler !!!), qui donne envie d'en faire beaucoup plus là bas malgré les infrastructures sporadiques), en partie dans des destinations déjà bien connues du forum (la classique Ruteng / Bajawa / Riung / Moni voir baie de Maumere) ... et qui ne parlera pas du PN de Komodo ou de Wae Rebo, puisque nous n'y sommes pas allés 🏴☠️.
Texte en anglais (issu d'une autre plateforme). Sans nul doute, des traducteurs intelligents ou pas marcheront à merveille en cas d'anglophobie 🤪.
Disponible à toute fin utile pour des détails ou infos.
Equippement : Yam' Nmax 155 ; 2x saccoches cavalières (25L) + sac de selle (30L) + saccoche tunnel (15L pour le matos photo) ; casques et vêtements d'enduro amenés depuis la France.
Itinéraire : boucle depuis Labuan bajo jusqu'à Pulau Lembata ; juillet-août 2026
Road conditions graded from A (excellent) to D (very bad, at least for a Scooter… a CRF/KLX or even honda ADV would do better on that)
D1 : Labuan Bajo – Reok via Ranggoe, Rego & Tagol (130km ; 5hrs). Section LBajo – Rego (90 km ; B) is quite good tarmac, despite a lot of elevation with many small valleys and passes. Rego – Tagol (10km ; D) is a stone road (not gravel), some ascents & very poor condition ; necessary to lower tyre pressure. Tagol – Reok port (22km, quality depends considerably from D to B). Reok port – Towncenter : B. Night @Iffah Homestay (100k for fan room, mandi attached, no breakfast), simple but clean. Notes : path to danau Sano Limbung was closed ; access to Tiwu Pai & Wae Kuli (waterfalls) not permitted in july 2026.
D2 : Reok – Riung via Pota (105km ; 3h-3h30). The road is very narrow in some part, thanks to the uncut bushes (lowering visibility hence extra caution as animals/people can suddenly appear in a turn…) but generally good condition except many eroded sections and some unpaved ones. Grade C/B. 2 nights @Mentos (285k for AC room)
D3 : Boat tour in Riung (booked directly with a captain, 800k for two for private boat incl. lunch and NP fees) + sunset from Watu Mitong Riung (should not be missed).
D4 : Riung – Muku Saki via Mbay (around 100km ; 3h30). Quality varies from A in the vicinity of Mbay to eroded sections (C) in secluded places. Night @Sao Paolo Homestay (250k for fan room with mandi, maybe overpriced but nice house and great food). Note : if you happen to pass by Mbay on Saturday, the market is well worth a stop (cheapest Ikat on the trip : you’ll be asked normal prices providing you’re OK in Bahasa…)
D5 : Muku Saki – Tanjung Kajuwulu (near Ndete) (90km, 3h). Many patholes, eroded (C). Night at Déjà Vu Homestay (220k for a matress on the floor & outside mandi/toilets ; I woud define this as a tourist trap – the quote we had for food was double priced too…)
D6 : Tanjung Kajuwulu – Waiterang (east of Maumere, 55km , 1h30). Pathholes till maumere, then All good (TransFlores), C/A. Night at Sunset Cottage (new concrete room, very serene place ; 270k for AC with bathroom ; much prefered Sunset over Lena House (more customers, more built up).
D7 : Waiterang – Larantuka via Boru and Eputobi (TransFlores ; grade A ; 115km / 2h40). Particularly liked the drink stalls (marked as Rest Area Eputobi) and the out of order aquatic park just before Larantuka (obyej wisata waiplatin). Night @ Dewy Onong Homestay, which is not advertising itself as Larantuka Beach Homestay as some contributor signals here and on goole maps review. Best breakfast of the trip (Cumi Cumi !!!) ; 275k for AC room with bathroom.
D8 : Local Boat (Kapal Kayu) from the main port to Lembata (Lewoleba). Departure 8am ; price 60k/head + 50k for the bike. Stop enroute on Adonara (where we did not stop due to fights between communities). Night @Elmany Homestay (275k for AC room with bathroom, fan room with shared bathroom also available). Whole afternoon at Pantai Hadakewa, fantastic place (good snorkeling, great views of Ile Api aka Gn Lewotolo). Road condition : A (did not expect the TransLembata to be that good…).
D9 : Loop around Ile Api (50km, 2hrs), anticlockwise. Stops enroute at Situs Tulang Paus (whale squeletton), pantai Jotona, pantai Wena (we expected to snorkel from there, but wind was very strong that day), situs Watu Nale, Selat Sonia. The western coast is far less interesting. Road conditions : bad (C) on the eastern side (up to Riangbeda), good (B/A) afterwards. Night @Elmany Homestay.
D10 : Lewoleba – Lamalera via the western and south coast (70km, 2h30). Good road (B) for roughly the first 55km (up to Tapobali), then eroded track for the last 15km (in some parts steep and dangerous) up to Lamalera (D/C). Notes : 1/ Kuma resort denied us the entry for some drink ; 2/Pantai Waijarang « complex » is abandonned but closed with fences ; you can still sneak in ; 3/ some reports advise to skip Bukit Cinta (foreigner entry fee) for Bukit Doa Watomiten (stations of the cross) ; well Bukit Cinta has also been abandonned (well spent money…sic) but remains opened with structures falling (quickly) appart. Night @Lamalera Inn (200k per head including meals ; very basic fan room + attached mandi). Planned 2 nights, spent only one, as it’s the only tenant I had difficulties with (only interested in money, initially stated crazy prices, starts loud music at 6am … and drinking moke at 8am…)
D11 : Trip to Wulandoni for the Barter Market (Saturday only). Bad road (C) along the coast. Had to report at the Kantor upon arrival, which quite surprisingly asked 100k per person (foreigner) to go inside the (outside) market. Other « local » tourists (a group from Jakarta) were not asked to pay. Well, since a market is a public space and not a zoo, we refused payment and enjoyed the activity from the kopi stall next to it. Returned then to Lamalera for the catches of the day, then to Lewoleba via the mountain road (45km, 2 hours). First 10km to Puor is in very bad condition and uphill (D/C). The remaining is on a newly constructed road (A). Note : Air Panas Sabutobo is abandonned and falling apart (again…) but there are still some water pipes along the river that you can enjoy (depending how lucky you are, just with the forest sounds as companion). Night @Elmany Homestay
D12 : Chill day alond the northern coast (Batu Payung, Pantai Hadakewa with lot of snorkeling, drove till Wailolong and backtracked to Pantai Lewolein for more snorkeling (nice canyons there !) and another fantastic sunset over Ile Api (see GMaps pictures)). Night @Elmany Homestay
D13 : Monday weekly market at Pada, southwest of Lewoleba. Renowned but honnestly dont plan any itinerary specifically for it, just an ordinary Kampung weekly market. Returned to Larantuka and Flores with the 12pm local boat (the same boat that leaves from Larantuka at 8am). Same prices as the first leg. Night @ Dewy Onong Homestay
D14 : Larantuka – Waiterang along the northern coast (100km, 3h) via Pantai Kawaliwu, Tewuk Lewokluok (trail is easy to find, very nice snorkelling in a lagoon), Pantai Lato (to my opinion the most beautiful beach on Flores and you’ll be the only visitor, as opposed to Pantai Koka) and Pantai Hia, until rejoining the TransFlores near Nebe. Grade C on the costal eroded road / track. 3 nights @Lena Guesthouse (booked ahead as it fills up quickly, but we prefered its neighbour Sunset Beach Guesthouse)
D15 : Snorkeling trip organised by Lena Guesthouse (200k per head excluding NP fees and lunch)). The drop-off near Pulau Babi is a very nice spot.
D16 : scooter day trip around the Egon Range (too lazy to hike it…), through nice Sikka villages (route : Watublapi, Umauta, Bola, pantai Doreng, Nakatoli, foot of Gn Egon, Air panas Blidit). The track from Natakoli to the foot of Gn Egon is very steep, damaged and wet (with moss) ; I would recommend not to attempt that in case of bad weather.
D17 : Waiterang – Moni (130km, 3h30, transflores grade A/B) via Pantai Koka (refused to pay the mafia entry fee…) and Jopu (some rumah Adat Lio). Stopped at Museum Bikon Blewut, south of Maumere. Very nice artefacts (especially wooden statues from Papuan, great ikat collection) although very disorganized and sadly non-visited (hence masterpieces fall into oblivion). 2 Nights @Liahz Lodge (150k for fan room, basic bathroom… but right next to Air Panas Liasembe (free, no closing time) !!!).
D18 : Sunrise from Kelimutu with a nice weather (stayed until 8.30am). I don’t know if the sunrise is really worth it (lot of people ascending and watching the sunrise – a lot but nothing compared to e.g. Gn Bromo), nearly everyone going down around 7am, then there is virtually nobody. Trip (20km one way, good road B) to Kampung Adat Nggela (Lio). Although the village is habited and mostly out of the beaten path, I have mixed fillings due to the fact that most ladies (some are pushy) try to sell you (bad) pieces of ikat.
D19 : Moni – Ende via Detusoko paddy fields, Kampung Adat Saga (Lio) and Puncak Ndona ; 75km 2h30. We really liked Saga (nice setting on the mountain, friendly villagers, no selling, mix between traditional and more modern houses in that lively village). Sunset from Bukit Raja, on the peninsula with a 360 view on Gn Iya, Gn Meja Kota Ende and the mountains behind. Note : at the end of the road (search for Gunung Meja Tourist Info Center), there is a (sand) track leading to the path. 1/ only intend the track if you have off road driving experience ; 2/ dont trust the walking time stated by Maps.me. Took us 45mins on a steady pace to reach the summit. Night @Hoja Homestay, 300k for a comfortable AC room with bathroom.
D20 : Ende – Bajawa, via Air Panas Mengeruda ; grade A, 120km, 3 hours. Note : don’t plan to short in Mengeruda (Soa), very easy to spend a half day there, especially if playing with local kids. Stay @Cinnamon GH, 250k for double with fan and hot shower (cheaper options with shared hot shower availlable).
D21 : First day in Bajawa : Watu Nari Wowo (Avatar Hill, sic…), Kampung Adat Ngada Tololela & Gurusina (very very friendly people, complementary views of Gn Inerie & Wolo Deru). Sunset from Puncak Manulalu (well… Heaven’s door Bar & Restaurant)
D22 : Second day in Bajawa : Kampung Adat Ngio (hardly visited, best view on Gn Inerie), Air Panas Malanage, Kampung Adat Bena (the most visited Ngada village (after Bela ?) in the area, we went there at the end of the afternoon to avoid tours, early morning would be fine too), and Gunung Wolobobo for a terrific sunset
D23 : returned to Gunung Wolobobo for sunrise with Gn Ebulobo in the distance (search for a track on the eastern slope, near the communication antenna). You can circuit the rim to the usual viewpoint (westside, sunset spot), the path is easy to find. Then took again the road to Aimere, visiting Kampung Adat Belaraghi enroute (the setting is maybe less rewarding than all the previous villages). 56km ; 1h30. The road to Belaraghi is fine, except the final part.
D24 : Aimere – Ruteng (105km, 3h30). Nice detour by the paddy fields of Wodo (southwest of Golo Loni) of Sunset from Golo Curu (nice encounters with locals). Night @Tange GH, 130k for room with outside (private) bathroom, no breakfast.
D25 : Surroundings of Ruteng (paddy fields north and east of ruteng ; Maps.me has funny tracks starting from Kenda), and the rather pleasant city itself (pasar, churches, lapangan). We finally skipped Liang Bua.
D26 : Ruteng - Labuan Bajo (130km, 3h30). No visits of the waterfalls close to the TransFlores (entry fee (with bule prices) + mandatory guide etc…). Sunset from Bukit Hercadi with very few locals (Bukit Sylvia & Bukit Amelia, just south, were packed). 2 nights @Wellamas Homestay, away from the harbour and its advantages/disadvantages. 230k for comfortable AC room with hot shower.
D27 : New road to Golo Mori Convention Center (another big money well spent…), with nice views on the strait separating Flores from Pulau Rinca. Some empty beaches (e.g. Pantai Pasir Pajang ; we were there on a weekday perhaps frequented by people from LBajo only). 30km (40 mins) one way, perhaps the fastest road of Flores…
D28 : Morning on the peninsula north of Labuan Bajo before taking a flight to Jakarta in the afternoon. On Google maps, the asphalt road only goes to Teras Langit ; it now (august 2026) continues to Puncak Basok and is still in progress towards the eastern part of the peninsula. On the way back, two other nice Bukit where you can enjoy nice views on the bay (and the resorts…) : Bukit Lontar & Bukit Beta. Note : we only found one public (and nice and quiet) beach in the area ; tagged as Sunset Point Beach on Gmaps. All the rest was closed by fences ; they are privately owned (although the Indonesian consitution grants the coastline as public space).
We're a family of five: one dad, one mom, and three kids aged 10, 15, and 18.
Before diving into each stop in more detail, here are a few general thoughts:
We wanted to sample a bit of everything Japan has to offer in terms of landscapes, accommodation, and transport. We were after walks, temples, restaurants, shopping, and some downtime—but no "all-inclusive experiences" or museums for this first visit.
Three medium-sized (60x42x25) canvas suitcases, plus a duffel bag and a few small backpacks. 23 kg in the hold on the way out, 60 kg on the way back. 36 kg of shopping, without even trying. I think this is the maximum suitcase size if you don’t want to stress on the Shinkansen: they fit easily in the overhead racks.
Round-trip with Cathay Pacific, layover in Hong Kong: no need to collect luggage in Hong Kong—we checked it in at departure and picked it up in Tokyo, and the same on the way back (checked in Osaka, picked up at our final destination). This let us explore Hong Kong without worrying about our bags. Food and entertainment were pretty good—meals included a little Häagen-Dazs on each flight, and the entertainment had way more Asian cinema than you’d find on a Western airline, which was a nice way to see how much weight Western culture carries in Asia.
The original plan was to fly directly from Ishigaki to Hong Kong, but due to Typhoon Dolphin, we had to cancel the Ishigaki leg. Cathay didn’t bat an eye about swapping the Ishigaki-HK flight for an Osaka-HK one, even though it was twice as long.
We were a bit too attached to the idea of ending the trip with some beach time and replaced Ishigaki with Shirahama. It was a mistake—we should’ve visited Hiroshima or spent a little more time in Tokyo instead.
Last February, I made a trip using "public transport" from France to southern Senegal via Spain, Morocco, Western Sahara, and Mauritania.
It’s a journey of about 5,000 km, where I took trains (as far as Marrakech), ferries (to cross Gibraltar and then to reach Casamance from Dakar), and mostly buses on the long desert straightaways. I hadn’t planned any stops in advance or booked any hotels, except for the very first train to Spain, which left plenty of room for the unexpected.
Why travel by land and sea? In recent years, flight-free travel has been gaining popularity. On social media, posts explaining how to cross Europe by train as quickly as possible go viral. Traveling without flying—and making sure people know about it—has become a great way to earn a badge of eco-responsibility: an essential totem for anyone wanting to prove both their dedication to the ecological cause and the wisdom of slow travel.
I haven’t flown in years, and this journey to West Africa could easily be filed under "responsible travel." But it wouldn’t be honest to say that: in reality, it wasn’t really my aversion to flying that motivated this long trek. I see overland travel primarily as a way to experience the world’s geography at a grounded, earthly pace—the pace of the locals. Besides, I’ll be flying back, which disqualifies any claim to being a model of sustainability.
So no eco-badge, and no adventurer’s badge either: you won’t find any heroic tales of camel rides in lost lands or mineral train wagons in this account (popular with influencers, the Mauritania iron ore train now attracts tourists from all over the world, turning "the experience" into something you "have to do at least once in your life"). This five-part story, written on the road, has no other ambition than to recount a journey through places and people, and to share the thoughts they inspire in me. As simply and, I hope, as humbly as possible.
I’m posting the episodes here, which you can also find on my blog (with more photos) at the following links:
Episode 1: Spain, from Avignon to Algeciras
Episode 2: Morocco, from Tangier to Tarfaya
Episode 3: Western Sahara, from Tarfaya to Guerguerat
Episode 4: Mauritania, from Guerguerat to Nouakchott
Episode 5: Senegal, from Rosso to Saloulou
To help those who might want to make the same trip, I’ve also put together a summary of the route with recommendations—you can read it at the end of the story and on the blog:
From France to Senegal Without Flying: Route and Itinerary Recommendations
From Southern Shikoku, between land and sea, to the blue waters of Miyakojima and finally Tokyo’s megacity
Hi everyone,
I have to admit, I really hesitated before deciding to write this travel journal... Writing one takes a lot of time and energy, and since this is my 4th trip, I wondered if it would even interest anyone other than myself (both for the discovery and the writing). But after a few people asked, "Are you going to write a journal?" and especially after rediscovering the joy of reading other travelers’ journals about Japan or elsewhere on this forum, I’ve decided to share my 4th installment in the Land of the Rising Sun here.
The itinerary:
27 full days, from late May to late June 2025, right in the middle of the rainy season, including:
-->13 days in Shikoku, from Kochi (Kochi Prefecture) to Matsuyama (Ehime Prefecture)
-->7 days in Miyakojima (Okinawa Prefecture)
-->7 days in Tokyo
The trip was decided on fairly last-minute again this year.
Since I regularly check flight prices to track fluctuations for this destination even without concrete plans, stumbling upon a slightly cheaper direct flight (900 €) than what I’d seen in previous months (around 1,200–1,400 € on average) for a Paris-Tokyo route with Japanese airline ANA was too tempting to resist the urge to return to this enchanting country. After much hesitation between exploring the San’in region (Matsue, Tottori, Yamaguchi) and Southern Shikoku, the decision was made—I took the plunge! The ticket is booked: Paris to Kochi with a layover in Tokyo, all with ANA, the airline I’d been dreaming of... for 1,120 € per person. Okay, it’s not cheap, but it’s better than in 2023.
Departure in 2 weeks! Now I just have to get everything ready!
Intense prep work over these next 2 weeks to:
finalize a more precise itinerary and reach an agreement—yep, because even though we both love Japan, our preferences differ slightly, and we have to choose between exploring new places or revisiting beloved spots...
decide how much time to spend in each area without rushing while still exploring
research places that might interest us and watch videos about Japan
book accommodations: yes, it’s possible to do this on the spot, but last year, we realized that last-minute options were pretty expensive, so we’re booking ahead—though we’ll keep a few options open in case better deals pop up later
reserve rental cars
order yen
check the weather regularly and wonder if choosing the *tsuyu* (rainy season) was really a good idea—are we going to be drenched the whole time???
"What hard work," you might say! Going to Japan for a month—what a tough life!
Despite this being my 4th trip, the excitement is just as intense as the first time.
The only small downside is that when we booked the flight, there weren’t many seats left, so we’re only sitting together on the international return flight. Plus, on the way there, we have middle seats.
Another lingering question: what French-language films will be available? According to the internet, the selection seems limited.
Oh well, these are just minor details—it’s already time to fly!
PS: I’ll be posting slowly and irregularly... so for those interested, be patient, and maybe set an alert...
Hello and welcome aboard this new travel journal!
We’re heading off to Ireland together—a country I’ve wanted to explore for a very long time.
The moment has finally arrived.
We’ll be traveling as a family—my wife, my husband, and our 7-year-old daughter.
Here’s our itinerary:
24/07: Flight from Marseille to Dublin, overnight in Dublin
25/07: Dublin, overnight in Dublin
26/07: Dublin, overnight in Dublin
27/07: Pick up rental car, drive to Dingle, overnight near Tralee on the peninsula
28/07: Visit the Ring of Kerry
29/07: Adare, Bunratty Castle, Galway, overnight in Outheragh, near Galway
30/07: Cliffs of Moher, overnight in Outheragh
31/07: Connemara, overnight in Outheragh
01/08: Drive to Sligo via Westport and Downpatrick Head, overnight in Sligo
02/08: Slieve League, Silver Strand Beach, Glencolmcille, overnight in Sligo
03/08: Drive to Derry via Glenveagh National Park, overnight in Derry
04/08: Giant’s Causeway, Dunluce Castle, Portrush, Derry, overnight in Derry
05/08: Drive to Belfast, visit Belfast, overnight in Lisburn (Belfast suburbs)
06/08: Game of Thrones filming locations: Dark Hedges, Carrick-a-Rede, Ballintoy, etc., overnight in Lisburn
07/08: Drive to the Wicklow Mountains, visit Wicklow Mountains National Park, overnight in Blessington
08/08: Drive back to Dublin and return to Marseille.
Cost breakdown:
Flights:
Outbound flights with KLM via Amsterdam for 3: 175 € + 40,000 Flying Blue miles (so essentially a free ticket)
Return flight with Aer Lingus for 3: 489 €
Rental car:
10 days booked with Enterprise via Carigami: 443 € including zero-excess insurance.
Accommodation:
Dublin: 3 nights at Maldron Hotel New Cross: 394 €
Tralee: 2 nights in a caravan (Ocean Trail Oasis): 292 €
Outheragh: 3 nights Airbnb, family room with private bathroom: 430 €
Sligo: 2 nights at Clayton Hotel: 456 €
Derry: 2 nights at Belfray Inn: 255 €
Lisburn: 2 nights at Temple Golf Club: 232 €
Blessington: 1 night at Baltyboys Lodges B&B: 158 €
That brings our total to 3,325 € for three.
On the ground, visits, fuel, and food cost around 2,500 €.
So this was quite an expensive trip.
A few price examples:
1 liter of unleaded fuel: 1.89 €
3-day pass in Dublin: 18 €
1 scoop of ice cream: 5 to 6.5 €
Castle visit: 15 € per person
A coffee: 3-4 €
A glass of wine at a restaurant: 8-10 €
A half-pint of Guinness: 7-12 €
Now, here’s the day-by-day account of our adventure in Ireland:
Our decision is our decision. And it’s firm and final. Next winter, our plane will spread its great wings toward the island of Ceylon! "Wait a minute... Ceylon... Ceylon... that name rings a bell, but I can’t quite place it on the globe Grandma gave me for Christmas! Ceylon... Oh right, I’ve got it: Ceylon is the name of my tea!" Exactly. But the name on your pretty tea box is also the one used until 1972 for this island nation, a speck on the Indian Ocean at the southern tip of the Indian subcontinent: Sri Lanka!
For this new adventure, I’m exceptionally leaving my Flo behind, cowardly replaced by a double dose of testosterone. To write the book of this journey with me, I’m bringing along my brother, who’s used to this kind of thing, and... a guest star: My model of resilience. My dad! All aboard! Or rather, all aboard our tuk-tuk! Yes, you read that right: A real tuk-tuk, a little colorful rolling box that putters along at two miles an hour. The idea? Well, Sri Lanka and its winding roads overlooking the vastness of lush nature are tailor-made for this kind of vehicle. And since it’s one of only two countries in the world that allow foreigners to rent and drive these mini speedsters, we’ll be crisscrossing the island in our two-square-meter rolling box. Plus, adopting this mode of transport is a surefire way to connect directly with the locals, who’ll surely be curious to see a foreigner driving their iconic vehicle. Not to mention the... let’s say... spicy anecdotes it might generate. I mean, heading into a subtropical zone with my jet-black dad and his unpredictable digestive flora while deliberately choosing the tuk-tuk as our *only* means of transport? That’s the winning combo for an unforgettable adventure! "More seriously, Dad, Sullivan, I’m already loving the idea of living this adventure together, the three of us—brothers and father..."
So, does the intro to this new adventure get your salivary glands going? Yes? Too bad. Because unfortunately, the program handed out by the lady at the entrance has been slightly... let’s say *crumpled*. Some might even say "scrunched up and nearly tossed in the trash." First, six days ago, as the countdown echoed in us like a call to adventure, Cyclone Ditwah grabbed Sri Lanka, played with it like a rag doll, and left it battered on the ground. The toll is devastating: over a thousand dead, thousands of homes wiped out by relentless rains, roads and railways swallowed by massive mudslides. A country wounded once again, after the civil war, the 2004 tsunami, and the post-Covid economic crisis.
But as if this weather disaster wasn’t enough to shake our unbreakable adventurer spirit, fate decided to mess with us further by cutting our trio down to two. The victim? My brother, violently turned away because of a simple date on his passport that didn’t match the border officials’ expectations. Return to sender!
So now it’s just the two of us allowed to board the Qatar Airways Airbus A380 for this trip. If he were here, Denis Brognart would say, "And in the end, only one remains!" Except I know you’ll be with us, following our adventures! Right?
This trip had been on my mind for about fifteen years.
But the discomfort of overnight stays, the difficulty of communication, and the prices of the few car rental options kept making me postpone the project.
And then, everything suddenly fell into place—I told myself, it’s time!
The preparations took longer than usual; the destination is still far from mainstream.
A bit of Kazakhstan?
Not in the end.
The south or not the south?
Yes, in the end.
Pre-book or go with the flow?
Only two stops were a leap into the unknown.
To help me find the ideal route, I made great use of this forum (thanks to everyone for patiently answering my questions!), pored over travel journals and blogs (Christian, Jeff), zoomed in on Google Maps and Yandex, and bought the guide published by OunTravela about this destination (the guide has been updated since).
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You’ve got your passport, international driver’s license, bank cards, and euros?
Off we go to Lyon—just one night left before our early morning flight.
Tomorrow night, we’ll be sleeping in Bishkek!
(Steak for my partner’s mischievous nephews...)
You’ll find here a post with some practical information.
And here, the version of the travel journal without comments.
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As a supplement, the route track.
Not necessarily ultra-accurate since Google has serious gaps for this destination...
Hello everyone, I’m happy to welcome you to this new travel journal.
We’re heading to Costa Rica together—a Central American destination that dreams are made of for many French travelers and attracts crowds from France.
It was the country’s wild nature and safety that convinced us to go, since we’re traveling with our 7-year-old little one.
We didn’t have much vacation time in February 2026 (only 12 days), so we optimized as much as possible.
Here’s the itinerary:
Wednesday, February 11: Flight from Marseille to San Jose via Paris and Atlanta
Thursday, February 12: Pick up the car, drive to Poas Volcano, visit La Paz Waterfall Gardens
Friday, February 13: Poas Volcano and drive to Manuel Antonio
Saturday, February 14: Manuel Antonio National Park
Sunday, February 15: Nauyaca Waterfall and Playa Linda
Monday, February 16: Drive to Monte Verde and Santa Elena Reserve
Tuesday, February 17: El Tigre Waterfall Reserve and Treetopia Park
Wednesday, February 18: Monte Verde Reserve with a guide and drive to La Fortuna
Thursday, February 19: Sloth guided tour, Observatory Lodge Park
Friday, February 20: Arenal Volcano National Park, Termalistas del Arenal hot springs, and night tour
Saturday, February 21: Return to San Jose, flight to Paris via Atlanta
Sunday, February 22: Arrival in Paris and flight to Marseille.
That gives us a solid 9 days in the country.
Budget breakdown:
Costa Rica is an expensive country, but no more so than France. However, almost all hikes and waterfalls are paid entry, which can really add up.
For meals, sodas (6–10 €) are cheaper than restaurants (10–20 € per dish).
Flights:
We chose Delta Airlines for the price: Marseille to San Jose was 740 € per person (modifiable, with checked baggage and seat selection included).
Other direct flights from Europe were priced between 1200 € and 1600 € with more restrictive conditions.
That’s 2220 € for the family.
Accommodations:
Alajuela, first night: 139 € (1 night) at Rodeo Estancia Boutique Hotel, with personalized airport pickup, transfer to the hotel, and a briefing from Vert Costa Rica agency the next day.
Poas: 66 € (1 night) at Cabañas Tierra Fértil (entire apartment).
Manuel Antonio: 394 € (3 nights) at La Palapa Ecolodge (hotel in the jungle).
Monte Verde: Chalet Aloha Monteverde Cloud Forest (2 bedrooms): 125 € (2 nights).
La Fortuna: Arenal Dream Garden (1 bedroom): 217 € (3 nights).
Total: 941 €.
Car rental:
I went through Vert Costa Rica agency (Vincent is a French expat who set up the agency in Costa Rica and makes great YouTube videos with useful tips).
I rented a 4x4 that was delivered to the hotel the day after arrival and returned at the airport before the flight. The total was 772 €, including full insurance (zero deductible), a child seat, and a phone with a Costa Rican SIM and WhatsApp. The rental company was Poas Rent a Car. The vehicle was well-maintained—no complaints.
Gas: 100 € for the whole trip (3 fill-ups).
Activities:
To get discounts, I bought the pass offered by Vincent, which paid for itself after just one activity. It cost me 30 € (promo since I rented the car through him).
Prices are for 3 people. I’ve added stars to rate them:
La Paz Waterfall Gardens ****: 112 €
Poas Volcano National Park *: 33 €
Manuel Antonio National Park ****: 35 €
Nauyaca Waterfall ***: 25 €
Santa Elena Reserve **: 45 €
El Tigre Waterfall Reserve ****: 141 € (with meal)
Treetopia (ziplining, suspension bridges) **: 250 €
Guided tour of Monte Verde Reserve ***: 113 €
Sloth guided tour (with breakfast) ***: 115 €
Arenal Observatory Lodge (with meal) ****: 102 €
Arenal Volcano National Park *: 34 €
Termalistas del Arenal ****: 20 €
Night tour ***: 116 €
Total: 1171 €.
Meals: 600 €
My favorite restaurants:
Poas: Food court Mercaditas in Fraijanes
Manuel Antonio (near La Palapa): La Langosta and also El Patio
Near Nauyaca Waterfall: Ricar2 el Avión
Between Manuel Antonio and Monte Verde: Soda D’Calle
Santa Elena: HG’s Food
Guadalupe (between Monte Verde and La Fortuna): Soda Río Piedras
Arenal Observatory Lodge restaurant
Arenal Oasis Ecolodge restaurant
Other expenses: 300 € (groceries for breakfast, drinks, ice cream, souvenirs, etc.)
Total overall: 6065 € (about 2020 € per person).
Now, here’s the day-by-day account of this beautiful trip.
In early March, full of carefree joy and happy to return to Morocco, we landed in Marrakech under the sun.
We spent just one night in Marrakech at the Hôtel Toulousain, as we did on our previous trip. And we booked our 3 nights for the end of our trip, the second half of March... Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! But we’re not there yet...
Our first goal is to reach Magdaz, a mountain village in the Tessaout Valley, sometimes called the lost valley.
We discovered the village of Magdaz on this forum, and we were charmed by the photos and comments from travelers who came before us.
The road is easy—it’s dry, and the tarmac takes us right to the village gates at over 2,000 meters above sea level.
We arrive in the afternoon and are left speechless by the beauty of the place. A jewel of Berber architecture! Perfectly restored granaries and kasbahs!
A young man from the village guides us on the visit and opens the doors to the terraces overlooking the village.
Several magnificent collective granaries have been beautifully restored. The warm colors of the stone capture the light wonderfully. It’s stunning!
We won’t find anything decent to stay overnight there, so we head back down a bit and settle in at the Assounfou guesthouse. Lovely welcome. The place is in excellent condition and very clean. It’s spacious, but we’re the only ones there.
First day full of promise!
This travel journal is therefore intended solely for my photos, to present a consistent style.
All the shots were taken with a simple Samsung Galaxy smartphone and with whatever was at hand.
All stays combined, I’ve spent the equivalent of a year at most in Thailand, and I’m no great expert.
However, after many trips, lots of reading on VoyageForum and other sites, and conversations with many locals as well as expats, my view of the country is becoming clearer, though it’s constantly evolving. You never stop discovering and learning.
I guess I wanted to deliver a puzzle, mainly for those who want to get an idea of the country here and for those who feel nostalgic about it.
I don’t know if this minimalist sharing will interest anyone, but it’ll do me good to put it together. After so many months without traveling and then these other long months with VF closed, there’s plenty of material available.
There’ll be a mix of places, periods, and subjects, but it might well be intentional.
I suspect many Thais have dogs because they make excellent guardians for the home. Nothing better to deter burglars or to signal the presence of a snake. You’ll often see Thais tapping the top of their dog’s head, but don’t be fooled: it’s a sign of affection from them. Judging by the dogs’ reactions, they’re used to it.
Thailand is one of the countries on the planet where rabies is still present, so keep that in mind. It’s not just bites that can be dangerous, so don’t let just any dog lick you. Especially on a wound, of course.
Even though dogs often fear humans—this dangerous and unpredictable predator—we still need to stay cautious.
Be careful when walking into alleys because the dog will defend its master’s big yard. Be careful at night, and be careful when they’re in packs.
It sometimes crosses our minds that Thailand isn’t all that made for walking around, and dogs are one of the reasons.
That said, it’s not uncommon to see them chasing bikes or scooters. Cars, though? Much rarer—they’re too big.
It seems Thais prefer to give their dogs freedom by not locking them behind gates. Though sometimes the gate is closed, the little side door is wide open. Oh, and sometimes there’s no gate in front of the property, or it’s been full of holes for years.
You’ll often see dogs sleeping on the roadside, sometimes right on the road. When you approach, they move aside nonchalantly—or not at all. It’s less funny when they suddenly appear from thick vegetation, reminding visitors not to drive too fast. As a result, you’ll notice that dogs with injuries or missing legs aren’t that rare.
Since they believe in reincarnation and respect for all forms of life, they don’t chase dog packs away too much, and they don’t sterilize them enough. When you see a small pack roaming freely in the countryside, you think twice about running into them at the edge of a field.
A darker side of this is that euthanasia isn’t often practiced. Twice, we saw dogs at death’s door in temples, enduring terrible suffering with no one to help. The image (and the smell) of one of them, agonizing and exuding the stench of death, still comes back to me sometimes.
Some of you may have seen the YouTube vlog of a French woman living in Phuket who was given a little pig by her Thai friends. The animal, well-fed, quickly became a happy and enormous beast with its own garden. Yet it didn’t take long for it to fall seriously ill and become incurable. In her video, the French woman described how difficult it was to find a vet willing to perform euthanasia.
You’ll often see bowls by the side of the road. Thais leave food and water there for stray cats and dogs. Overall, they have a big heart for animals.
If you ever pop into a shopping mall, you might see people pushing their small dogs in strollers. It’s not just for fun—these strollers are provided for customers to put their pets in, otherwise you can’t bring them inside. It looks a bit odd when you expect to see a baby.
Hi everyone,
We (two adults, 74 and 70 years old) had already shared a travel journal about our first trip to the Philippines in February/March 2019 on this forum (https://voyageforum.com/v.f?post=9377175;search_string=carnet%20philippines). We had visited Manila, the Banaue rice terraces, Sagada, the Visayas (Bohol, Siquijor, Dumaguette), and on our way back to Luzon, the Taal volcano before returning to France. Delighted by this trip, organized by the French-speaking agency Alizé, we decided to further explore this beautiful country, this time focusing on Coron and Palawan.
Before writing this journal, I should mention that these are personal comments and don’t reflect any differing opinions. Without any literary or photographic talent, I’ll stick to the facts and share a few details about the visits, hotels, and restaurants.
Preparations
We decided to return in mid-January 2025 and consulted three French-speaking tour operators to create a trip based on our wishes (places to visit, type of accommodation) and budget. Comparing three operators helped us weigh their advice and make our choices. Only our first operator respected the budget, a second came close, and the third proposed a slightly more upscale trip. In the end, we chose the agency from our first trip. Our discussions helped refine our itinerary, and when we reviewed it point by point, the document provided was perfect, full of great tips. The most debated point was a 3-day, 2-night cruise between Coron and Palawan. We were tempted but worried about being the only "older" travelers among younger people and feared two uncomfortable nights. Reassured by our tour operator, we finally opted for this "exploration." We’ll come back to that later.
Once the choice was made and dates set, we booked our international flights with Cathay Pacific for 750 € per person, which offers the best schedules (short layovers) at an acceptable price for flights arriving in Cebu. Our trip started on February 25 and returned to Paris on March 15.
International flights
The round-trip flights went smoothly. Cathay does the job well, without frills. The service quality seems to have slightly declined compared to our previous trips with them. Hong Kong Airport is huge but very practical.
Note that not all airlines serve Cebu.
Recommendation: Fill out your Philippine entry form within 72 hours before your flight. This can prevent issues with the airline (possible boarding refusal) and saves a lot of time upon arrival (see the Philippine embassy website).
Domestic flights
For our two domestic flights—Cebu to Coron and Puerto Princesa to Cebu—our tour operator chose Philippine Airlines and their propeller planes. No problems there.
Day 1:
We landed around 12 PM (local time) after 17 hours of travel. A driver was waiting for us at the airport exit and took us to our hotel, intentionally chosen near the airport (Mandaue, about 10 minutes away) to help us recover and get a good night’s sleep before our early morning domestic flight the next day. The Mayoo Hotel, reasonably priced, was perfect for this. Large, beautiful room in a new building—clean, comfortable, with a spa. We could relax by the pool on the 16th floor and enjoy the city view. The breakfast was exceptional, and the staff was smiling, attentive, and helpful. An ATM in the lobby allowed for withdrawals. However, the hotel is in a neighborhood with nothing to see or do. We dined at the Korean restaurant K-GOGI across from the hotel—a real attraction and a great discovery.
Day 2:
After a restful night, we were driven to the airport around 6:30 AM for an 8:10 AM flight from Cebu to Busuanga (Coron).
The flight was uneventful. Upon arrival, we paid 200 pesos per person for the Coron tourist fee before a 40-minute transfer to our hotel: Natura Resort, located outside the city in a secluded spot. The setting is stunning—a beautifully maintained tropical garden, a pleasant pool, and the option to book massages. The cottages are tropical-style with thatched roofs, simple and unpretentious.
The owner, who speaks French, told us that given the heat and our ages, climbing the 721 steps to the top of Mount Tapyas wasn’t necessary. She gave us a few rooftop recommendations to watch the sunset over Coron Bay. After a good swim in the pool and a meal at the resort’s pleasant restaurant, we hired a tricycle to go into town. We were told it costs 150 pesos one way, and depending on the return time, it could exceed 250 pesos. But our driver gave us his WhatsApp number and charged the same price regardless of the time. He just earned two days’ worth of customers.
He dropped us off at the port where bangkas (local boats) gather for day trips. It was the end of the day, so there was a rush. A few shops around the port sold waterproof bags for marine excursions at reasonable prices (compared to back home), after some bargaining. We wandered the town’s alleys looking for the Top Hotel, whose rooftop is famous. Indeed, it’s perfectly located to admire the sunset and enjoy a refreshing drink.
We dined nearby at a small Chinese restaurant, then just had to call our driver to head back.
The night wasn’t entirely restful—our hotel had a soundtrack of all the countryside animals, and it seemed they had no set bedtime! :
If you're looking for great tips and offbeat spots, if you love exploring uncharted parts of a country, if the exotic is your adrenaline, then move along!
Our 15 days in early May in this part of Turkey (a country I first discovered during a city trip to Istanbul in 2017) will only tread well-worn paths and revisit popular routes. Simply because I kept hoping until the very end that our flight to Jordan wouldn’t be canceled. Events in the Gulf proved me wrong, so we left with:
Zero preparation.
Not a single hotel booked (well, except the first one), no visits planned, just a flight ticket bought three weeks earlier. No guidebook, no app—just the desire to explore southern Turkey and Cappadocia, whose images and the chance to stretch our legs had caught my eye.
Oh, wait—I did bring along a new guide: Gemini! Yes, my friends, generative AI was my chief advisor throughout the trip for sites to visit, accommodations, routes, and even restaurants! An experiment I wanted to try to form my own opinion on using this new technology. And what better way to test it than a Turkish getaway?
The verdict? You’ll have to wait for the trip recap to find out!
The main idea of the trip is also relaxation.
So, the plan is Antalya for a few days, the Turkish Riviera for a few more, Cappadocia as the highlight, and a return via Antalya to wrap up the trip. And it was all planned by AI!
So, if you're ready, fasten your seatbelts—cabin crew, doors to automatic and cross check—boarding for Turkey now!
This travel journal summarizes a trip I took in March to Argentine and Chilean Patagonia. It starts in El Calafate and ends in Ushuaia. During my planning, I considered looking into the Australis cruise from Punta Arenas to Ushuaia, as well as the W trek in Torres del Paine National Park. In both cases, I was put off by the prices. Instead of the cruise, I found two interesting wildlife excursions from Punta Arenas: whale watching in the Strait of Magellan and observing king penguins in Tierra del Fuego. The journey to Ushuaia was by bus. For Torres del Paine, things were a bit confusing, so I reached out to two agencies. In the end, I went with a rental car option, overnight stays on-site, and day hikes. I shared my full itinerary with the agency and ended up being taken care of by a local Argentine agency and a Chilean one.
So, here we go...
Hi everyone,
Way back when, before the internet and all that, there were Larousse encyclopedias, and in the proper names section, I came across a photo of Samarkand. Just the name made me dream. I kept it in the back of my mind for later, and last winter, I revisited the idea. Within a few weeks, I managed to plan our 16-day getaway. Oh, I didn’t do it all by myself—I used a travel agency to handle the flights, accommodations, transportation, and local guide. It was a custom trip for three people, tailored to what we wanted to do, what we wanted to see, within the time we’d chosen, at our own pace.
The main goal of the trip was to visit the three iconic cities of architectural art in Uzbekistan (just for the sheer beauty of it) and, very secondarily, to take a break with a short hike.
We left in early May, flying from Toulouse to Istanbul, then to Tashkent:
- One day in Tashkent, 2 nights,
- By car (6 hours) to the Fergana region: Margilan (silk and pottery), 2 nights, with a guide,
- Back to Tashkent, then a flight to Khiva, 2 nights, 1 day with a guide, 1 day on our own,
- Train to Bukhara (6 hours, sleeper cars), 3 nights, 1 day with a guide, 1 day on our own,
- Train to Samarkand, 2 nights, 1 day with a guide,
- By car to Tersak, 1 night with a local family, short hike, same guide,
- By car to Shakhrisabz (Tamerlane’s hometown), then back to Samarkand,
- Samarkand, 2 more nights,
- Train back to Tashkent, final night, and return home.
What I took away from this Silk Road trip:
- A completely safe country in May—don’t go later because of the heat,
- The warm welcome and easy connection with Uzbeks, a multicultural people,
- A constant puzzle with currency exchange (how much is that in euros? ) 1 € = 14,000 sums,
- Logistics handled by a local agency—top-notch,
- Delicious meals at a very reasonable price,
- Total awe in Khiva and Samarkand (palaces, mausoleums, mosques, madrasas),
- The length of the trip, which let us wander and take our time.
A few photos, but not too many—I don’t want to spoil the joy of discovery!
After a first trip to South Africa in 2009 that enchanted us, we decided to return to this part of the world this year.
Given how much I enjoy reading others' travel journals, I'm mustering up the courage to try my hand at this kind of exercise (which I'm not used to at all 😕).
Thanks, of course, to everyone who answered my questions and helped finalize this trip...
So, it's decided—it'll be Southern Africa... but where, with only two weeks of vacation?
Victoria Falls, which we had to cancel in 2009 due to turbulent Zimbabwean elections, was automatically back on the itinerary (yes, I know some say "the falls, meh," but I wanted to see them 😛!). We added South Luangwa and ultimately swapped Chobe and Hwange for Lesotho.
We have no experience driving a 4x4, which limited our routes in both countries, especially since it's not yet the dry season... but that didn’t stop us from bringing back amazing memories.
Sunday, April 14: After a smooth flight (and even quite comfortable in BA’s brand-new 747), we land early in the morning in Johannesburg.
We pick up the car (a little Micra) and off we go toward Clarens, our first stop. We get back into the swing of driving (moving over to the right—sorry, to the left—to let others pass, flashing lights, hazard signals, "thank you," "you’re welcome"...).
I was expecting a small town, but Clarens looks more like a village: a large grassy square,
a few cars,
and dirt roads as soon as you leave the main street.
Still, we found the same quality of South African B&Bs here. We stayed at Patcham Place (the little white speck in the photo above is our Micra!).
We end the afternoon with a walk around Clarens and its surroundings. No doubt about it—it’s autumn...
Monday, April 15: We set off for Lesotho on nearly deserted roads, heading toward Malealea.
We quickly cross the border at Caledon Poort, and the atmosphere changes: more people on the roadside, animals, scattered huts... and lots of traffic police!
We still managed to get stopped four times! Mostly, after checking our driver’s license, it was just to chat for ten minutes or so (police aren’t like that back home!). Well, one officer wanted to fine us for not waiting for him to wave us through after I stopped at a stop sign. After some tough negotiations, he let us go 😇.
We leave the main road and find ourselves in wilder landscapes.
The road narrows until it becomes a dirt track. A short climb to the gates of paradise:
... and then it’s just a matter of descending toward Malealea.
Malealea is like a village within a village. You’ll find different types of accommodations, a canteen-style restaurant (no menu choices, but the food is great, and it’s a fun way to chat with others around big tables), and lots of activities offered in partnership with the locals.
We’re shown different rondavels to choose from... we pick this one:
Simple but clean and functional, with a private bathroom.
On the bed, "real" Basotho blankets.
We decided to stay two nights to have a full day there.
Tuesday, April 16: We opted for a four-hour pony trek to the waterfall—nothing difficult, everything is done at a walking pace, with just a few "slightly" steep climbs and descents where you have to trust the Basotho ponies (no worries, they’re sure-footed 😏).
The landscapes are truly stunning:
We walk down to the waterfall (which isn’t anything special—it’s the trek itself that’s worth it) and take the return path...
... crossing through Malealea village again.
We spend the rest of the day exploring the area, reading in the sun, and sipping marula coffee on the bar terrace.
We really loved the family atmosphere in Malealea and how the locals were involved in the activities.
Wednesday, April 17: We hit the road again toward Katse. The owner of Malealea advised us against taking our car through Theba Tseka (I know Chris did it last year around the same time, but since we’re not very adventurous, we’ll go back through Maseru and Leribe—oh well, we’ll just take the same route back from Katse).
Quick aside unrelated to the story: putting together a travel journal is taking even longer than I thought 🤪... so, the rest will come a little later...